“Umm, excuse me?” You said, not as gently as the first time you had spoken to him.
He reached a hand to his eye mask and slipped it up again, only one bloodshot eye looking at you this time.
“I need to get past.” You said, a little more bluntly than what you would have said it to anyone else.
He reluctantly shuffled up in his seat to allow you room to get by and you scooted past and sat down, pursing your lips as you sat at the window and looked out.
“Well at least he’s not going to talk my ears off during the flight.” You thought with a sigh as you hesitated a look back at him from the corner of your eye.
He had already settled back down again with the eye mask on and was breathing deeply.
“Is he asleep again already?” You thought as you studied his face, his sparsely unkept facial hair sticking out in all directions.
You rolled your eyes and looked back out the window, getting ready for a long flight.
The air hostess dropped by to check on you before take off and the emergency and safety procedure was shown on the screen in front of you as well as by the hostesses before the plane took to the sky.
It was about 6 hours into the flight when the man beside you finally stirred and yawned before lifting his eye mask and rubbing his very tired looking eyes.
You scowled and determined not to speak to him but being the friendly person you were it just felt awkward just sitting beside him and not saying anything.
“Feel better?” You grunted, trying not to show too much interest.
“No.” He replied in an apathetic voice.
“Sorry I asked.” You replied sarcastically, the conversation ending there.
The fact that he was just so dull and rude was really starting to grate on you and you vowed right there and then that you wouldn’t speak to him again.
He rang for the air hostess and asked her for a squeeze pack of food when she arrived.
“Of course, Eraserhead.” She said politely before ducking off to get him what he had asked for.
“Eraserhead? Is he a hero?” You thought, glancing at him from the corner of your eye again, “I’ve never heard of him? He doesn’t look very hero like…”
The hostess bought him back the squeeze pack he had asked for and he drank it quickly before pulling his phone out and tapping away on it.
Curiosity was getting the better of you and although you couldn’t stand this guy and had vowed you wouldn’t speak to him again you were like a cat, drawn to those who refused to give you attention.
“Are you a hero?” You blurted out, unable to keep yourself in check anymore.
“You heard the hostess call me by my hero name.” He said calmly as he continued to look down at his phone screen, “so of course I’m a hero.”
“Why is he being such a jerk about this?!” You pouted internally, scowling as you whipped your head away angrily and stared out the small plane window at the bright blue sky outside.
“Maybe if I plug myself into the on flight screen and watch a movie I can pass the time quicker.” You thought as you looked at the small plastic bag that contained the earbuds in the pouch on the back of the seat in front of you.
Not wanting to lean forward to get the small complimentary headset packet, you used your quirk instead, stretching your arm out to get it then retracting back to normal size.
The rude guy’s eyes flicked to your arm when he saw you activate your quirk, quickly noting that you had a skill that allowed you to stretch your limbs, seemingly identical to Elastigirl’s power in the Incredibles.
He didn’t say anything though and the flight continued in silence between you two.
For the rest of the trip you ignored him and he didn’t even seem to even acknowledge your existence so by the time the plane landed at JFK airport you were exhausted- worn out from trying to ignore the man who had, in a really strange way, piqued your interest.
The doors of the plane opened and everyone filed out, including Mr Rude and yourself, and you were filled with relief as he finally disappeared in amongst the crowd.
You were welcomed into the country by border control and you picked your bags up at the carousel then headed out to the arrivals lounge to get a taxi to your hotel.
“Hi, can you please take me to this hotel?” You asked one of the cab drivers that was sitting in the row of taxi’s at the entrance of the airport, handing him a small piece of paper with the hotel name on it.
“Sure thing.” He replied with a New York accent, “hop in.”
You smiled and in you got, happy that you were almost at your destination.
The trip wasn’t too long and the friendly cabbie stopped at the front entrance of the hotel and waited for you to pay the fare then left, leaving you standing there at the doors.
Being a cheaper hotel there weren’t any bag assistants or wait staff so you just sighed and dragged yourself inside the hotel, following the signs to the front desk.
You smiled wearily at the receptionist as you approached her, completely worn out from the long day of travel you had just had.
“Hi, I’m Miss Y/N, L/N.” You said in a tired voice as you smiled sleepily at her.
“Ah! Of course.” The receptionist replied, “you’re in suite 96. Here are your keys.” She added as she punched something into the computer then passed the small key on a tag across to you. “My sincerest apologies, the tag is worn and the room number is very hard to read but will you be ok to remember that it’s 96?”
“That’s fine, I’ll be fine.” You replied with a yawn, just wanting to get into bed as quickly as possible.
“Ok, well there is a card in the room with all the information you need written on it, so feel free to give us a call if you have any questions.” She added with a smile, her name badge flashing as she moved.
“Thank you.” You said as you glanced at her name, “Leonie.”
“You’re welcome.” She replied pleasantly, “enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you, I will.” You replied with another yawn. “Please excuse me.” You added quickly realizing how rude you were being yawning away in front of her.
“Don’t apologize!” She said quickly, “you’ve had a big day, obviously. Go and get some rest.”
You smiled softly again then nodded and headed to the elevator nearby, looking for your level.
“Ummmm,” you thought as you looked at the number board on the inside of the elevator. “Numbers 69-96. What a weird way to organize numbers?” You pressed the button for that level.