You decide that you're not as hungry as you thought you were. Plus, they give snacks on the plane, so it's fine. You lean back in your chair and begin to let your thoughts take over.
You begin to think about your significant other back home. You miss them and are soo happy you're almost back. You think of their smile as they laugh at your small jokes. You begin to feel them in your arms and you pinder about them for a moment. You feel as if they are there with you. You look into their eyes and feel delight. After a second, their gaze begins to feel weird. You open your eyes and see a man in a blue business suit staring directly at you.
What is he staring at? Does he need something from me?
