The pictures started to fall off his lap. Sierra, not really thinking, made a grab for the album and missed. The flight attendant looked down at them and gave her a knowing smile. With a twinkle in her eyes, she walked to the front of the plane. Red faced and mortified, Sierra watched the photo album fall to the floor. Unmoving, she stared at it until David picked it up and dusted it off.
“No harm done,” he smiled, white teeth flashing in his tanned face.
“I’m so sorry,” Sierra muttered as the plane began to move.
“Grabbing at the book. I missed,” she whispered as she blushed a deep red.
“Not everything,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought it was some strange Mississippi greeting. Hi,” he held out his hand to her again. “I’m David and these are my balls. Would you like to sample a handful?”
Sierra laughed suddenly, realizing he wasn’t making fun, just making light of a very embarrassing situation. Putting on her best Southern Belle accent, she replied with a flutter of her eyelashes.
“Why, Mr. Anders, I believe you’re a bit presumptuous. I never grab a man’s private parts on the first date.”
“Too bad,” he sighed. “I rather liked it. You can grab my photo anytime you want.”
Sierra giggled and nudged him playfully in the ribs.
“You’re awful. No wonder they’re sending you home.”
“I can’t be expected to behave,” he agreed. “It’s true. Cannot play well with others is on all my report cards.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes