I met a friend at the gate that was also heading to Brussels. He was from Holland and had one more layover. In my half sleep I told him about my trip that was already underway. He seemed happy for me. Empathy I’m sure set in after he divulged that he had been studying in Pennsylvania for the past four years. We decided to get up and grab a coffee. Only one shop was open. I grabbed an Americano and he grabbed an Espresso. I needed an extra shot. It was so hot, but I didn’t mind burning my tongue a bit to get a quick boost of energy.
We walked back to the gate and sat down. A beautiful woman sat down next to me. At least I thought she was beautiful. It could’ve just been my antsy anticipation for things to come. She got up a few minutes later and walked to the bathroom. When she returned, she sat three rows away from me. Was it a more comfortable option? Did I smell? I pondered for a moment in her decision to not simply come back to where she was. I mean the flight was not full. Oh well, the fine line between exhaustion, disorientation and pure excitement set in.
My eyes began to wander as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I woke up. The sun was shining. I had my kindle and a bottle of water by my side as someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was my friend telling me we were boarding. I half thanked him in my mixed state and shuffled my feet as I boarded the plane.
The Americano wore off. I fell back asleep an hour and a half away from Brussels.