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Tanya Agarwal

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Professor Moss

2 April, 2019

Bucket List

STORY ONE: Wanderlust

It was the early hours of the day, the San Fransico airport was a hubbub. What could be more exciting than four girls, four nights and our faces beaming with enthusiasm to spend the reading break in Los Angeles? Being in our second year of university, we were really looking forward to this trip. In our one hour transit at San Fransico, while picking her luggage at the carousel, Amanda noticed a group of young built boys who were dressed in military training outfits. She rushed back to the food court to join us and pointed to the table where they were seated. The next thing you know, Lexi, our cheerful sweetheart and Amanda were pointing out the best looking boys. They have always been this cheeky and not to forget the sophomore year charm which makes them bolder and sassier. Clara and I tried to focus on our spicy noodles to try and limit the attention our friends were attracting. Finally, we gave in and began laughing too. They really chose to believe that “anything can happen in spring break” and continued saying how there is a great possibility for one of us to sit next to one of them during the flight. Clara and I were realistic and didn't pay attention to their whims and fancies. This conversation was immediately forgotten as soon as we entered the duty-free section, the sparkly accessories and the fashionable clothes grabbed our attention. Clara chose to buy a scarf with white lilies, she really loved them. Amanda being the tomboy that she is, bought a baseball cap. I must say, it looked pretty cute on her. We felt remarkably unconcerned and wanted to enjoy every moment of the trip before the burden of coursework struck back.

Wanderlust

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After taking a long stroll, we went to our gate and waited for the flight to board. The flight attendant greeted us with a beaming face and the phrase “this way ma’am”. All four of us accompanied her, Amanda, Clara and Lexi sat on the left side of the aisle and put their cabin bags under their chairs. Leaving me to sit on the right side, which only had two seats. I opened the cabin luggage area to try and place my bag there, unfortunately, my height wouldn’t even allow me to reach the button. Seeing me struggle, a young built man in a military training outfit offered to help. He had the most amazing smile and sparkly eyes. Taking the bag from my hand, he effortlessly installed it in the luggage area. I expected him to move ahead to his seat, assuming it was further down the aisle. But he walked in and took the seat beside me. What were the chances?

Airport

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STORY TWO: Uptown girl

I sat down attempting not to look at my friends. I could hear them giggling, it made me all the more apprehensive. Glancing to the left, the guy smiled again and said, “Are those your friends?”. Although I felt my heart racing, I tried to remain calm and nodded with a smile. He went on to introduce himself, “ I am Jake, what about you?” “Erika,” I replied. I could not help but notice his dreamy eyes and chiselled jawline. His military outfit made him seem mysterious yet approachable. Once we started talking, I felt a sense of safety and comfort. We discussed why we were headed to Los Angeles, me for a trip with friends and him for military training. After a half hour conversation about university and hometowns, I felt like it was time to end the conversation as I did not want to tell him everything. Not like I am paranoid, but it was just a feeling, a mixed feeling. Plugging in my earphones, I closed my eyes, hoping to get some rest in the three-hour-long flight. I could not even finish listening to “uptown girl” and heard him whisper my name. “Erika, Erika, I am bored, I can’t sleep. I want to get to know you more.” I was taken aback. I was not expecting that and I assume he sensed it because of the shift in my expression from relaxed to concerned.

At the same time, my friends were bombarding my phone with text messages like “he is so cute, talk to him” I was torn between the desire to extend the conversation because of his looks and the fact that I did not feel the “spark” to continue it. I could notice that he was longing to talk to me, so, not wanting to come across as arrogant I maintained the conversation. We moved on to talk about our goals, he seemed ambitious and extraordinarily motivated about joining in the airforce after training. Within the next ten minutes, there was nothing further to speak about. He suggested playing a game, I chuckled, “what’s on your bucket list?” he asked. The conversation was just beginning to take an interesting turn. “I don't know, maybe skydiving,” I replied. “Oh, that’s an interesting one!” he exclaimed. He began looking out of the window, leaving his question unanswered. I felt a surge of curiosity and could not restrain myself from asking “And what’s on your bucket list?”He giggled as if I had fallen into his trap. “Let me think of a good one,” he said. “Well this is something I have never done before, but would love to… ” His mysterious answers kept me on my toes. “I have never kissed a girl on a flight before and I find you really beautiful.” Suddenly, I felt my heart get heavy and I was overcome with anxiety and nervousness. This was not the answer I had anticipated, I was hoping for something like scuba diving. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asks.  

STORY THREE: Ticking Clock

What’s on your bucket list? 

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“This way sir” the flight attendant guided me into the aisle. Military training for four months in the State of Georgia had left me craving the fun vibe in Los Angeles. Heading down the aisle, I noticed the most beautiful girl ever. Her hair was brunette, tied in a messy bun, with locks covering her ears and forehead. Her black jeans and white top made her look exceptionally attractive. I saw her struggling with her cabin luggage and took the opportunity to help her. While helping her, I saw the seat number and thanked my lucky stars, I was seated next to her. Now I just had to find a way to talk to her. Her perfume had intoxicated me. Seeing her make eye contact with the girls on her left hinted that those were her friends. “Are those your friends?” I asked. She nodded and smiled, the most gorgeous smile I had seen in a while. Before she could look away, I promptly introduced myself. Our conversation flowed simply and my heart raced throughout. I could not stop gazing at her, she had almond-shaped eyes and flawlessly shaped lips. Once we had spoken about universities and our hometowns, she plugged in her earphones. It was a sign that I needed to finish chatting. But I just could not hold myself, I felt this unexpected rush to stroke her cheek and wake her up. I knew my clock was ticking, and I just had three hours to let her know that I felt the “sparks” like I had never before. “Erika, Erika, I am bored, I can’t sleep. I want to get to know you more.”

Tic-Tock 

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I instantly regretted the words that had come out of my mouth. I should have just stayed quiet. This time she initiated the conversation, and we conversed about our goals.”I want to be a cartoonist,” she said. There was enthusiasm in her eyes. Her excitement made me feel more passionate about her. I sensed that the conversation was coming to an end and immediately thought of the bucket list game to continue it. She chuckled after my suggestion which fueled me with a sense of pride and I was no longer felt embarrassed for waking her up. When she said skydiving was on her list, it made my heart explode. I viewed an adventurous girl filled with joy and passion. I turned to the window to hide my face cause I knew that I had turned red. Only half an hour was left for the flight to land and I knew I had to somehow let her know the way I felt. “Well this is something I have never done before, but would love to… I have never kissed a girl on a flight before and I find you really beautiful. Do you mind if I can kiss you?” I asked. I saw her expression transform from cheerful to stressed and she avoided eye contact. “I am sorry?” she asked. I knew she had heard me. She paused. “Yes, I mind”.

Yes, I mind. 

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