A couple of minutes passed, when I felt someone occupying the seat next to me. Then I heard the captain's voice asking everyone to prepare for the take-off. 

I started to feel nervous. I took a deep breath and as I felt the slight shaking of the plane. 

I grabbed onto my seat and while trying to calm myself. "Come on, Charity." I whispered to myself while trying my best to calm my nerves. "You've done this before."

I kept on mumbling to myself for a couple of seconds until the plane slowly steadied. I let out a deep breath and finally opened my eyes. I wiped the beads of sweat on my forehead. 

"Do you need anything, Sir?" I noticed a flight attendant standing near me. He was asking the passenger sitting next to me. 

There was a partition between the two seats so I couldn't see the man occupying the seat next to me. This is what I want about sitting in business class. I could have my own privacy. 

"Can I have a glass of wine?"

The stranger's voice was deep and manly. It sounded good to the ears. I pursed my lips. I wondered if his face matched his voice. 

I watched as the flight attendant disappeared and then came back with a food cart. She served the man beside me a glass of Pinot Noir. 

My father has a winery business so I was familiar with wines. 

"Thank you." I heard the voice once again and this time, my forehead creased a little. That voice was kind of familiar. I felt like I heard it before. I lightly shook my head. I only knew a few men in my life so that was impossible. 

"You're welcome, Sir." I noticed how the flight attendant kept on glancing at the man sitting next to me as she turned to me. 

Oh? Based on her face, I guessed the man next to me was really good looking. 

"Hi, ma'am, do you need anything?" 

I suddenly felt nauseous. Damn. I gave the attendant a small smile despite the uneasiness that's slowly consuming me. "Just a glass of water, please."

I maintained a straight face as I watched her place a glass of water on my table. "Thank you." 

I held on to my glass and slowly sipped from it while trying to calm my nerves. Damn. Why do I always have to experience this whenever I'm flying? 

I winced when I felt my stomach grumble. This was my fault for forgetting to take the medicine when I was still in the waiting area an hour ago.

When my condition didn't get any better, I finally stood up and made my way to the restroom. 

I looked at myself in the mirror in front of me. My face was pale and void of any color. I combed my long straight hair with my fingers and opened the faucet. I sprinkled some water on my face. 

Damn. I held on to the sink as I felt my stomach rumble. I felt like a bunch of butterflies suddenly invaded my stomach. I drew a deep breath as I continued to calm myself. 

I didn't know how long I stayed in the bathroom when I heard the knock on the door. 

I ran my fingers through my hair one more time before I unlocked the door. 

What the…

A familiar man was standing on the doorway. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt and a black slacks. His shirt was folded up to his elbows. He was tall and well built. In fact, he was towering over me. 

Then my eyes went to his face. Those deep brown eyes with long lashes and thick brows, straight nose, naturally red lips and squared jaw. And that slightly wavy hair that completed his perfect look. 

When was the last time I saw him? Right. Six years ago. Right before I left the Philippines. 

I blinked my eyes. Was this really him in front of me right now? Was I not hallucinating? 

I shut my eyes for a few seconds before I opened them again. And he was still here. Standing elegantly in front of me. Oh. God. He was real. I was not dreaming right? He was really in front of me. Inches away from me. What was he doing here? Did he have business he attended here in Greece? 

Alexander Villarama. He was once the man of my dreams. I met him when I was still in the Philippines. We attended the same university before—St. Claire University. Alexander or Xander—the name he was known for—was one of the campus heartthrobs in our college. He was rich, smart, athletic and nice. Half of the female population wanted a piece of him. 

"Miss, are you okay?" he asked me with that familiar voice. 

I parted my lips when I realized something. The voice of the man seated next to me. It was Xander. He was the owner of that voice. That's why it was familiar. 

I continued to stare at him. His forehead was creased; concern evident on it. Our eyes met. But there was no recognition in them. Of course, he didn't remember me. 

During my stay in St. Claire, I only got to talk to him twice. I had a huge crush on him, but I didn't have the confidence to talk to him. 

I was a different girl six years ago. I was shy… and timid. A typical wallflower. 

I blinked my eyes and cleared my throat. "I'm… okay." I suddenly felt the loud beating of my heart inside my chest. I couldn't believe that after six long years, he still has the same effect on me. 

"Are you sure?" He studied my face. "You look pale." 

I bit the inside of my cheeks. He was still the same. 

I remembered the first time I talked to him. It was raining that night, and he gave me his umbrella. It was love at first sight for me. 

"I'm—" I stopped when I felt another twist on my stomach. Oh, shit. Shit! My hand automatically flew to my mouth. 

But then Xander held me in the arm. "Miss…" 

Then the next thing I knew, his white shirt was covered with vomit. I just puked on him. Shit!