by adam mathes · subscribe · RSS · archive
On the plane there was a very cute girl sitting next to me.
She had the window seat, I was in the center.
But it wasn’t a real window seat, since there wasn’t a window in our row. But there was sort of half a window from the next row up.
There was something in the way she leaned herself forward, stretched her neck and peered out the half-window that I found quite endearing.