Evie stuffed her bag into the overhead and took her seat on the left side of the aisle. She took a quick look around. It was about to be a long flight and she was so happy to have been bumped to first class, provided her review on the airline of course. She pulled out her phone to type out a few thoughts and notes before they got muddled in her head. She picked up the habit not long after becoming a fulltime travel blogger.

"Ugh! What do you want?" The angry voice interrupted her thoughts and Evie looked up. Farther up the aisle on the right side, one man stood speaking a foreign language to another man sitting in an aisle seat, the one standing looked apologetic. "Tch. I don't understand what you're saying, you people really should learn English." The seated man said, annoyed.

Bigots were one of the things Evie hated most. "Obviously he's asking you to let him by." She scolded the man in the seat as she stood up.

No one took notice of the tall guy in the back, the one with dark silver hair that had soft pink tips. The one who'd stood a second before, the one who was also about to speak on the standing man's behalf. He sat back down quietly watching the scene before him unfold.

"That doesn't change the fact-"

"That doesn't change the fact that you don't need to be so rude!"

"Well he should learn English, we are headed to an English speaking country! If he can't speak English he should go back to wherever he came from!"

"You're coming from where he came from, do you speak his language?"

The man sat with his mouth flapping open and closed clearly looking for an excuse.

"No? Well in that case you should go back to hell and explain to Satan why you need to learn more languages."

She turned to the man in the aisle who had no idea what just transpired and smiled encouragingly as she gestured. "Go ahead and take your seat sir." He smiled nervously and bowed slightly as the man that was still seated turned sideways in his seat to let him in.

The guy with the dark silver hair smirked. She's got charm.

Evie sat back in her seat.

The guy with the silver hair returned to his magazine.

Then she stood back up abruptly.

The guy in back raised his head and an eyebrow.

"I apologize to everyone for shouting and if my language offended you." She looked directly at the man she'd just shouted at as he turned toward her and she squinted, "except you." She said then dropped back into her seat again. She didn't like to draw attention to herself but sometimes there were exceptions.

The guy with the silver hair smiled as he watched her flop back into her seat and turn red.

He liked those who knew what they stood for.

Evie had no problem standing up for others but was ashamed that she may have unintentionally been disrespectful to other passengers. 

She finished up her notes later in the flight, then decided to use the facilities before a nap. As she exited the stall she nearly smacked into the person waiting to go in. He smiled, dimples popping as his hands moved swiftly and gently gripped her waist, steadying her. 

Her eyes drifted over his soft, full, pink lips and handsome olive-toned face, then to his short dark silver hair that had pink tips along his brow which only made her think of his lips again. His strong slender hands quickly released her, and her large, round, gray eyes widened for a second as they traveled to his dark narrow ones. Did he just wink? She blinked several times before she remembered to breathe.

"Sorry, thank you." Her cheeks bloomed a cherry hue and heat traveled up the back of her neck. She recognized the man that stood before her.

"My pleasure." He smiled. His voice was soft and enticing.

The warmth in her neck and cheeks spread up and over her ears. Nerves getting the better of her she brushed by him rushing back to her seat. He'd actually smiled... at her. She was screaming inside and was she dreaming or did he say my pleasure.

She didn't notice the disappointment in his face as she left him standing there. He sighed quietly and entered the restroom.

Evie tried hard not to noticeably fan herself as she sat down. She quickly glanced around the cabin. There were a few empty seats but she saw no one else she recognized, meaning he was traveling alone or possibly with staff, which was not unheard of but rare.

The guy she'd just bumped into was none other than Yu-Jun Kim, a famous pop star. One of a 7 member group called Nephilim. Half-man/half-angel giants, the name was fitting, no ordinary man could reach the height these young men had soared to in the last decade.

She remembered the minor crush she had on him a few years ago. She was in love with the lyrics he wrote. Although she still enjoyed his works and he was obviously more handsome in person she also remembered why her crush had melted into admiration. The man and his companions deserved respect and it wasn't like she actually knew him, even though his lyrics made her feel like he could read her thoughts sometimes.

Evie drifted into dreamland, there she sat in a hidden corner at her favorite coffee shop drinking a blend of milkshake and tea they made. She was reading the latest book in a fantasy series she'd been obsessed with recently. Someone dropped onto the sofa next to her, "How's the book?" A hand landed on her thigh.

She lifted her eyes and looked into the dark pools of infinity of the young man she had just seen while awake. Yu-Jun.

"Pretty awesome actually." Dream Evie wasn't shy, she even seemed to intimately know the sexy adonis that sat next to her.

"You're awesome." He half whispered as he lifted his hand from her thigh and placed his long slender fingertips on her book pushing it down. He leaned in, their eyes drifting shut as his hand slid over hers, down her arm, and around to her lower back slowly but firmly pulling her in. His touch set her skin on fire. His lips pressed gently to hers and separated, the book fell from her hands as she breathed him in. Her hands found their way to his chest gripping his shirt gently pulling him closer. His scent was intoxicating and caused a heat to bloom low in her belly making her palms ache. He lay her slowly back on the sofa while kissing her and briefly her eyes fluttered open and darted around the now empty coffee shop then drifted shut again. One of his knees between her's, his other foot on the floor he hovered over her, their bodies barely touching, then he pressed his hips against hers as he kissed her lips, biting softly. His thumb caressed her skin where her shirt had lifted slightly. A soft moan escaped her lips as the heat blooming in her stomach shot down between her legs, spreading the ache there. She could feel his hardness against her thigh and when his leg pressed tighter to her ache, a low moan left him. Her fingers slid to the edge of his pants, her pinkies gliding under his waistband as she slid her hands around his waist.

"Excuse me ma'am, we're getting ready to land could you please buckle up."

Yu-Jun looked away from the waking brunette wondering what she had been dreaming about.

Evie sat up trying and failing to once again keep the heat from her cheeks. She dared not look around. Had she been making sounds... The tips of her ears burned.

Get ahold of yourself Evie.

The plane landed and when the passengers were allowed to exit Evie sprung up grabbing her backpack from the overhead and shoulder bag that she'd set on the empty seat next to her then practically ran from the plane without looking back.

Yu-Jun stood to grab his bags but when he turned back around the young woman with the gray eyes and dark reddish brown hair was already gone. She must have been in a hurry. He walked slowly from the plane picturing her round face and long curly hair. She'd been almost the same height as him, maybe an inch or two shorter and wow did she smell heavenly. He shook the image from his head knowing he'd probably never see her again. How disappointing.