After a lonely one-hour drive to the airport, I found myself standing in front of Gate C, waiting for my plane to France. I checked the time on my watch, which read 5:45 A.M. Why did I have to leave the house so early? I thought to myself. I sighed and sat down in an empty section of benches. I set my suitcase, purse, and ukulele next to me, before taking out a notebook and pen, hoping to get a song written.

Half an hour later, I looked up from my notebook to find a cute guy, who looked around my age, walk up to me with a suitcase in one hand and a guitar in the other. He stood tall at about 6'1", had messy, dark brown hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed – which I found cute – and dark chocolate eyes. He wore a fit black short-sleeved shirt, dark washed denim jeans, and white Nike sneakers.

"Excuse me." He said, pointing to the empty seat to my right. "Is this seat taken?"

I shook my head and answered, "No, it isn't. Go ahead."

"Thanks," he smiled and took the seat. "Would it be too much to ask you for a huge favor?"

I thought for a moment before answering, "Depends on the favor."

"Could you please, please watch my suitcase for me while I go buy some coffee? I don't trust leaving my bags out in the open like this." He looked at me with puppy dog eyes that I couldn't resist. I mean who could say 'no' to those eyes?

I laughed lightly and answered. "Sure, no problem."

His eyes lit up and he smiled a cute smile. "Thank you so much!" He stood up and placed his guitar against his suitcase. "I'll be back in five minutes, I promise!"

"It's no problem. Take your time."


They guy came back a few minutes later and returned his seat next to me. He handed me a cup of coffee and smiled. "I wanted to thank you for watching my stuff. I didn't know what you liked to drink, but I hope coffee is okay."

"Thanks," I smiled and took the cup from him. "How did you know I was a coffee addict?"

He laughed and it was such a smooth, relaxing sound. "Just a lucky guess."

He took a sip of his coffee and acknowledged my ukulele. "How long have you been playing?"

"Since I was 10. My adoptive parents bought it for my birthday that year. How about you?" I nodded towards his guitar, which was still leaning against his suitcase.

He followed my gaze and smiled at his guitar. "My sister bought me it when I was 14, but I didn't start playing it until I turned 16 – when she moved to France for college."

"That's nice," I said.

He smiled and pointed to the notebook sitting on my lap. "Do you write music?"

I nodded. "Yeah, sometimes. I used to be into poetry before my adoptive dad introduced me to the world of music. He taught me the guitar before I even touched the ukulele, but it was too heavy to travel with, so I left it at my best friend's house."

"Why didn't you leave it with your adoptive parents?"

"They both passed away two months ago in a car accident."

His eyes widened and he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring back any painful memories or anything like that."

I gave him a small smile. "It's all right. You didn't know." I took a sip of coffee and explained, "That's the reason why I'm travelling. I'm leaving my past behind to try to find a new home." I decided to change the subject. "Where are you heading?"

He was staring at me with an unreadable expression and then suddenly blinked out of his trance. "Uh, Paris." He answered after a while. "My big sis is getting married the day after tomorrow."

"That's nice," I said. "I'm heading to Paris, too. I took French for four years in high school, so I'm hoping it'll help me while I'm there."

"Where are you going to stay while you're visiting?" He asked, throwing his now empty coffee cup in the trashcan in front of us.

I shrugged. "Most likely a hotel or somewhere that will allow me to stay for a few nights."

"How about you stay with my family at my sister's house?" He suggested.

"What? But we barely know each other. You don't even know my name." I pointed out.

He suddenly offered me his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Noah Thompson. Twenty-two years old, majoring in music, my favorite color is blue, and I'm a coffee addict."

A smile grew on my face, as I shook his hand and repeated after him. "I'm Mia Moore. I'm twenty, my major is child psychology, my favorite color is also blue, and I also have an unhealthy love for coffee."

"Nice to meet you, Mia." He gave me another cute smile. "See? We're friends now! I'm the first one you call if you don't have a place to stay, all right?"

"Okay," I promised. "But how could I call you?"

He held up a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Here's my number."

"Well, aren't you prepared." I chuckled and saved his number to my phone. I quickly sent him a text with my name. "I just texted you my number, too."

He took his phone out of his back pocket and smiled at the screen. "I just got it!"

"Thanks for the offer. That was really nice of you." I said with a genuine smile. Even though I hardly knew him for an hour, he's been so kind and warm towards me.

"You have a really beautiful smile."

I shyly looked away and took a sip of my coffee to hide my blush. "Thanks."


After about an hour and a half of talking, we learned so much from each other. We talked about anything and everything. We talked about our favorite music, our families, our friends, our likes and dislikes, and even about our deepest darkest secrets. As Noah was telling me about another one of his favorite family traditions, an amplified voice interrupted us.

"First class is now boarding. Groups one and two please standby. Repeat: First class is now boarding. Groups one and two please standby."

"That's me," I said as I stood up and gathered my stuff.

"What group are you in?" He asked, looking up at me with disappointment evident in his beautiful brown eyes.

"Two. You?"

He frowned and looked at his ticket, before answering. "I'm in group four."

I frowned, genuinely sad that I was going to possibly never see him again. "Well, it was really nice to meet you. Hey, maybe we'll run into each other in Paris! You never know."

"Yeah, plus we have each other's numbers, right? Call me when we land and we can meet up for lunch or something."

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

He stood up and gave me a big, warm hug. "It was really nice to meet you, Mia. We'll definitely meet again."

I hugged him back, taking in the musky scent of his soap and cologne. "Nice to meet you too, Noah. Have fun at your sister's wedding and tell her I said 'congratulations'!"

He smiled and promised, "I'll do that. See ya later!"

"Bye!" I waved, as I walked towards the gate and headed onto the plane.


I walked down the small aisle and spotted my seat at 27A. I put my luggage in the compartment above my seat, and sat down by the window. I took out my iPod and put in my headphones. Leaning back on the comfortable headrest, I closed my eyes and thought about Noah.

I thought about his deep chocolate, brown eyes and the way they looked at me when we shared pieces of our lives with each other. The way they lit up when he told me stories about the crazy adventures he and his older sister had when they were younger. The way he ran a hand through his hair when he suddenly became nervous. The way his smile brightened up my mood without him even trying to. I sat there and daydreamed about a certain boy, whom I only knew for two hours. I felt so comfortable around him, as if I've known him my entire life.

"Hey, neighbor." A familiar voice said from my left. I opened my eyes and saw Noah sitting next to me with a bright smile on his face.

I laughed and smiled back at him. "Hey, stranger."