The Girl in Charlotte

A special encounter for Split Sir

Seats were coupled together with two seats on the left and right of each row.
I took my aisle seat on the small plane and began to fiddle with the nob holding up the tray table in front of me while I watched people walking down the aisle finding their seats in the twenty, coupled rows in front of me.
As the number of people in the aisle waned, I exhaled a breath of relief since my last seat neighbor that day had a baby that liked to do things his own way.
But as I got adjusted and buckled my seat belt, a short, blond-haired, fashionable lady came down the aisle towards my end of the plane and looked at the vacant window seat next to me.
We exchanged a look and a few murmurs that confirmed her place there and I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up to let her in.
She situated herself in the seat that she would spend the next couple of hours in by pulling out a journal and started hastily right in it.
After the plane backed out of the gate and started to taxi around the airport, I raised an eyebrow at her writing and asked her, “Fiction or non-fiction?”
She laid her pen on her journal and looked up at the ceiling on the plane for a moment before confidently saying “Non-fiction”.
And that set the mood for the rest of the flight.