The safety video, with it's ever consistently poor animation, has already started as I make my way to row 45. I roll my eyes as I murmur along with the words under my breath, scanning the numbers overhead as I do so. I reach row 45, only to find the window seat already occupied. As in, there is already someone sitting in 45A. 

     I glance down at my seat neighbour, hoping to give an awkward smile at the very least, but instead I am met with a murderous glare. Narrowed eyes glare up at me from underneath a tousled mess of dirty blonde hair. 

     I flinch a little, but inside. On the outside, I narrow my eyes right back at him, my vision reduced to slits, and even manage to curl my lip disdainfully. First impression, accomplished. Nevertheless, this guy is a giant; his shoulders bulge out into my seat. I bet he's a prick. 

     Whipping my head around so I don't need to look at his face anymore, I ignore him as I settle myself into my seat. Forget being a good Samaritan for that old lady, I'm supposed to sit beside him for the entire flight? 

     You have got to be kidding me.