The Big Change 2 - A Job

I settled into my seat. I was in row 10 seat A, which was the window seat. I did not know why, but I always loved the window seat, just to watch the plane go fast an finally leave the ground. It fascinated me. Sitting next to me on my left was a woman with curly black hair. She was in her mid-twenties. She had on a light blue t-shirt and blue jeans. She looked very comftable in her cloths along with flip-flops on her feet. Her toenails were painted a hot pink.

I watched as the plane took off, faster and faster it went down the runway until it lifted off the gound completly. As I leaned back, I noticed the woma with the black hair was clenching the armrests, digging her fingernails int them.

"Miss, it's OK now." My voice surprsingly soothing like my mothers was when I was little. I patted her shoulder. The woman was tryin to take deep breaths.

"I - I just hate flying." She managed to say, while gasping for air. I continued to pat her shoulder.

"It's ok." I said again. "Look, my name is Emma. I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you alright?"

She nodded. Slowly her fingers let goof the armrests. She introduced herself as Lisa. She explained that she was flying to New York to meet a new employee of her boss. Her boss could not make the meeting so he sent her to greet this person and show them the ropes. The only problem was, was that Lisa hated flying, it scared her to death but the meeting was the next morning and there was no way she could drive from Florida to New York in a few hours.

"Well Lisa, we are about halfway there by now," I pointed to the television screen in the back of the seat in front of me. A little plane was shown flying over West Virginia. "See? I would guess we only have about an hour left before we land."

The rest of the flight went well. Lisa talked about her fiancee and how she was supposed to move into his house, but that meant she would have to leave her room mate to pay rent by herself, unless she found someone within the next couple of months.

"The wedding is in eary Augest." Lisa smiled, I could tell shewas thinking of walking down the aisle.

The plane started its descent and ten minutes later was on the groun, being pulled toward the terminal. I said good-bye to Lisa as we both went in different directions once out into the airport. Lisa headed toward bagage claim and myself toward the front of the airport.

I called her a taxi and told the driver to take me to West 70th Street 72 Street/Central Park West.