You wanted something from me.

You kept staring at me.

Your eyes were blue. Way too beautiful, ice blue.

When I ordered a coffee, the cashier didn't accept my Swedish money.

You came up, and said "I'll pay." handing the cashier some foreign money.

Your eyes were too blue. It scared me a little.

"One sugar or two?"

"I can make it."

"Come sit with me, unless you want to sit with that family over there." You point to a family with loud, screaming babies. It's either that or sit with you.

I follow you to the table, turning my head to look for my parents. We were heading for London for my dad's work, but my mom called it a "family vacation".

You must've put something in my coffee when I wasn't looking. It looked like sugar, so I didn't pay any attention.

I took a sip and stared at you. I noticed you were too old for me to be sitting with you. You had few wrinkles, tan marks that should've been gone, scars, and your eyes. They were almost screaming they were so blue.

After a few sips, I didn't realize what was going on. Everything was blurry.

"Hey, you okay?" You said, smirking a little.

I guess I laughed, and fell out of my chair.

"Shit." You muttered, getting out of your seat and picking me up.

Fuck, what's happening?

I can't see...

Are we on a plane?

Fuck.

A/n

Fuck my life