Flights and destinations - The Lovely Life Of Blair

BlairI hurried into the Briefing room where the flight crew was assembled. This kind of meeting was common and necessary, as we often met the crew only an hour before boarding. " You're late," Frank Carson, the captain, with whom I had flown a few times before, warned me as soon as I entered." I had a little accident on the way, I'm sorry," I offered with a warm smile, using all the diplomacy I have been forced to learn since I chose this profession." Go meet the rest of the crew," he nodded, letting my little slip slip slip.I followed his directions, and a little less than an hour later I was greeting the boarding passengers.I loved this job, it was much more than flying, it was as if for a few hours I was some sort of diplomat, trained to ensure the comfort and safety of all passengers on the aircraft.As soon as everyone was seated and the captain activated the door locks, I and a few other flight attendants began to perform the safety demonstrations before take-off. I felt

DimitriIt was almost midnight and I was walking through the halls of my building dragging my suitcase. After a long thirteen hour flight I was glad to be home, walking into the apartment, I carried my suitcase into the bedroom and headed for the shower.When I got out I picked up my cell phone and went into the living room, settling down on the couch before noting the message from Blair wishing me a good flight. After I had called her two days ago, the two of us had been texting each other constantly. It was nothing major, I was just bored at the hotel on Wednesday night and asked her for directions to a bar, which she promptly answered, and I ended the night watching Wednesday Night Hockey at a sports bar near the hotel.After that, we started talking regularly. Blair entertained me with her routine in Istanbul, and when she heard that I was going back to St. Petersburg she wished me a good trip and I couldn't help but reciprocate, knowing that she would be boarding a few hours lat

Blair" Come on, did you see the picture? I won that one, Commander," I couldn't help but smile. I was lying on a sun lounger on a beach near San Juan enjoying my free time before boarding." Blair, we are talking about the Duomo in Milan," Dimitri returned, exuding amusement in his voice, "you have to accept that it is a good picture." I'm not denying it, I'm saying mine is better," I returned.It had been two weeks since Dimitri and I had started keeping in touch, and practically every day we exchanged pictures of the places we were, competing to see who had the best destination." It's a beach, Blair." It's a beach in Puerto Rico, Dimitri," I returned, "Caribbean. Have you ever been to the Caribbean?” A laugh rang out on the other end of the line, causing me to bite my lower lip, feeling a growing wave of excitement rising inside me. I loved talking to him, it always made my day more interesting." No, Blair. I've never been to the Caribbean." Then we need to fix that, Comman

BlairDimitri came toward me with a restrained smile on his face. My hand was wrapped around his as I held it out to greet him. My own smile was more spontaneous in his presence, although I wasn't sure how to act now that we were finally face to face." Hey commander, I almost didn't recognize you without the stained clothes," I teased him. " You're not carrying any cups, so I think my clothes will be safe. At least until we get to the restaurant," he assured him, "I'm staying at the Sheratom, do you want to go there?”The Sheratom was one of three hotels within the airport complex, which also had a train station that would take us to the center of Amsterdam in about fifteen minutes." Are you kidding? We're not staying in a hotel with an incredible city to visit, Commander," I denied." I already know Amsterdam," he laughed." But you have never visited it in my company, I assure you it will be a completely new experience," I wrapped my hand around his, pulling him toward the train

Dimitri I was making the payment with my credit card while watching Blair with the doll and the flowers I gave her in her hands.She was so beautiful it was almost unbelievable. More than that, she was funny, intelligent and witty. Everything that I had already realized in the past few days had been confirmed in these few hours we had spent together up to this point." Do you want me to wrap the bouquet or is your girlfriend going to carry it? " The lady who attended me indicated the flowers that I was still carrying." Here, you can wrap it. But she is not my girlfriend," I explained, handing the bouquet to the woman." No? You act like a couple, maybe you should think about the possibility," she smiled, picking up a long acetate box and placing the flowers there, "a pretty girl like that doesn't stay available for long.”I just smiled as I picked up the package. I knew she was right about Blair, and if the situation was more favorable, I might try something serious with her. But I