Till Worlds Do Us Part 2

I took out one of my earphone from my ear as I saw the airhostess walking towards my seat down the aisle. She kept pausing at a few seats as some passengers were whispering their requests at the side of her face. She was friendly and kept smiling and nodding at the passengers.

When she got closer to me I raised my hand slightly to get her attention and she caught it.

She smiled down at me. "Yes ma'am?"

"Uh, can I get a bottle of water, it's getting kind of hot up in here." I told her, feeling compelled to return her smile.

"That just means we are close." She said keeping that warm smile. "Sure, it's coming right up."

"Thank you." I said returning my earphone back in my ear.

She nodded and walked perfectly on. I looked at the passangers seated across the aisle from me. It was a young blonde woman sitting by the window and a brunette man next to her. He was holding her hand and she was saying something about her bright fingernails.

I pressed the volume button on my IPhone 11 and turned the music right up. I looked down at the novel on my lap, in bold cursive letters, the title read Adapt Teacher. Although I had read this book twice already, I still felt unprepared. I was excited but I still felt a little anxious.

This heat was getting worse. I couldn't bare it anymore. I had paid for first-class, it wouldn't kill them to keep the air conditioner on. I looked around and everyone else were fanning themselves with whatever they had in their hands, if not nothing. Back in Duran it was mostly cold, on rare days the sun shone. Maybe I'm just being a little extra since I barely get any sunshine back home. But everyone on this plane was feeling it too, going crazy with the fanning. They are not all from Duran...

I took the novel on my lap and began fanning myself. The heat seemed to be getting worse every minute. I started to sweat. Coming from a country where the temperature was almost never higher than -32 degrees celcius, sweating was like a miracle.

A baby started wailing, children started complaining to their mothers and everyone began looking around at the other passengers just to feel reassured that they were not the only ones feeling this heat so intensely.

Even the airhostesses kept pulling down at their bowties often and looking at each other trying not to make it obvious. Some of them even had trails of sweat running down their made-up faces.

The airhostesses were now up and down the aisles with water bottles. The practiced-walks they had before were dumped and replaced by scurrying this way and that. There was a big change in the atmosphere.