Alinard Ten

"Sir your drink." The air attendant stood before him as he slowly opened his eyes and saw the drink stretched to him. He collected it and the air hostess left him almost immediately.

The sound of his jet blended with his thoughts as he sipped slowly, his lip resting on the rim of the fancy glass.

Closing his eyes again he thought about her. Alison, he had her more on his mind these days.

Its been three days, three days without seeing her and he was starting to feel an ache.

Dropping the drink on its holder, he brought out his phone and scrolled through his contacts.

He stared at the number he saved as Aly.

He never dared to call her, would she pick up. Would she be mad?

She might wonder how he got her number?

Of course, her file helped him, but he had a feeling this wasn't her personal number.

What was the harm in trying? It might be or it might not. There is only one way of finding out.

Calling her.

A part of him told him a little bickering between them is more than enough to fill