Waiting for the plane to take off, sitting in a window seat, Nelson noticed a hairline crack in the planes window. No he thought the window can’t be broken. He took his thumb and rubbed the window and the ‘crack’ dissapeared.

Thank God, it’s just my imagination running wild.
Now where did my purple sharpie go? I had it just a minute ago. Well I think I have more back at the office he thought.
Nelson was a nervous flyer. His seat companion, Christina, a teacher of interprative dance, kept looking at Nelson, worried he might flip out any minute.

It was New Years Eve, the flight attendant offered both Nelson and Christna champagne. They readily accepted.
The champagne calmed Nelson’s nerves and loosened Christina up as well.
They introduced themselves. They talked the entire ten hour flight to Hawwaii. They exchanged cell numbers and business cards.

They laughed like neither had laughed in years.
The flight attentant brought coffee and evaporated milk.
They clinked cups and said, “Happy New year”.