Jeanie didn't think panicking would get her very far. She decide to look through her purse. Stranger things had appeared from there. True to her first thoughts, there were definitely some oddities within the Burberry folds...but no Dramamine. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down. Her seat partner had to be observing her with a critical eye. If she were to do a  quick clothing analysis, they targeted polar opposites on the social scene. He wore a high end business suit and carried a brief case, while she gave off a late for class  pajama clad college kid vibe, who may have forgotten to pick up her meds.  Accurate. She needed a drink, a big one. She didn't care that it was too early for breakfast. The plane began to taxi and speed up. The rumbling and the unsettling lift off the ground with a few brief moments of shakiness led to Jeanie snatching at her seat partner's arm. The airplane straightened but hit a small rough patch. Jeanie squeezed the man's arm. 

"That was a little bit of a rough start, but it looks like pretty smooth sailing ahead," the captain announced.
"I think it is okay to let go now," the man beside her said gently. His voice was deep and calm. Jeanie felt the color of her face heighten..."and to open your eyes..." She opened them to get a better look at the man.

"My apologies." She nodded her head in his direction.
"There is no need to apologize for behavior that has the possibility of happening again, sooner than we may think." She could sense the gentle teasing and it eased her considerably.
"I usually give warnings in advance about the odds of me overstepping courtesy boundaries, but I arrived a bit too late for that introduction." She shrugged her shoulders and again nodded her head. 

"Do you always speak as if you're reading from a fortune cookie?"
"Ha!" she hadn't really ever thought about it, but Jeanie did have a way of saying really simple things in such a way that it had to be worked out like a puzzle. "That's a spot on observation," she replied. " Your lucky numbers are 12, 27, 30, 43, and 50," she tried to keep a straight face.

"Noted." He opened his laptop and clicked and scrolled for a moment. How was she going to navigate the next awkward question she had to ask? "Hi, my name is Jeanie MacKenzie. I really need some Dramamine. Do you have any?" No, No. No. She sounded too much like an addict. "Hi, my name is Jeanie." Thoughts interrupted. The turbulence was terrible. She tried to ignore it but it wasn't easy. Jeanie's hand flew over to his secure arm. 

"I'm a terrible person." She admitted.
" I told you this would happen," he replied.
"You did," she couldn't let go of his arm yet. "Do you really mind?" Jeanie asked shakily. He turned his full attention on her. He was quite handsome and seemed to know it.

"What will happen if you're forced to let go?"
"There will be hysterics and an emotional tirade will erupt from the depths of my lungs," she replied without blinking. He stared at her.
"Lie...but an impressive one. No, it doesn't bother me. A couple months ago, maybe. Let's start by adding some names to this little skinship arrangement." He turned his body to allow his other arm to greet her with a handshake. 

"Jeanie. Jeanie MacKenzie," she held out her unoccupied hand.
"Song Ji Yeong," he grasped it firmly. "Well Ms. Jeanie MacKenzie, did you bring any headphones? You're about to smell and hear things that may be a bit strange for an American. I, am about to watch a movie." He began the scrolling and clicking again in preparation.
"I brought snacks..." she replied as the shaking started again. The captain came over the intercom and stated that soon the crew would come delivering drinks and snacks and that the seatbelt sign would remain lit. "I did also bring headphones. I just really want to sleep, but I forgot my meds. I've honestly been trying to find a way to ask if you've got any Dramamine without sounding like a complete crazy person," Jeanie sniffed  and wrinkled her nose. What was that smell???
"That worked out so well for you," he laughed. She slapped his arm in response as if they were old friends. She rifled through her carry-on bag searching for snacks and her headphones. When she turned to him, he seemed to be studying her.

"What?" Jeanie asked. He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a half smile. She handed him the bag of popcorn she had found, and slid the headphones into her ears. He asked her with a look whether she was ready to begin the movie and she nodded in agreement. It was a movie that she hadn't seen before, and he was kind enough to put the subtitles on for her, with the thought that she didn't speak the language. "Thank you, Song Ji Yeong," she whispered. He nodded politely and as they hit another bout of turbulence, he laughed gently when she latched onto his arm as if he were her safety belt. 

The movie played on and in the funny parts they laughed together, and in the more solemn moments, they were quiet, then,  somehow within the last twenty minutes she had rested her head on the arm that she held and fell asleep. Song Ji Yeong felt the weight of her head and found that he wasn't offended by the involuntary act. Everything about their interactions seemed so natural that it was a novelty to him. He had never met anyone that he felt such a sense of familiarity. When the movie ended, he continued to let the movie credits play in the background while he opened a work file in the hopes that she would rest just a little longer.