Andrew squeezed his way down the aisle to find his seat. He gathered his magenta robes in his right hand and turned sideways to move past a grey suit that stood in the aisle talking to a brunette seated in 5E.
Toward the back he saw his own empty seat at 20A. In the adjacent seat, he saw a large red feather that bobbed and swooned over the head of the seat in front of it. Finally, the great feather hat straightened as the woman underneath it finished stowing her carry-on under her seat. Andrew allowed the hint of a groan on his lips.
She was crossing the safety belt across her crimson skirt when he made it to his seat. He set a small cloth bag on the floor in front of his seat and again gathered his robes about his legs and eased around to sit. The two exchanged silent half-smiles as he dug for his seat belt. With a click, the two looked absently ahead and waited for to arrive in silence.
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