GOING BACK HOME

The pilot's voice echoed through the plane and some passengers were making sure all that needed to be done was done.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now taxiing to the runway. Please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened, your tray tables and seatbacks are in the upright position, and all electronic devices are turned off. Thank you for your attention"

Some passengers were busily making sure their seats were in the proper position, while others were pulling out their headphones or putting away their books. The sound of bags shifting in the overhead bins filled the air, and the plane began to pick up speed as it headed toward the runway. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for takeoff.

“Are you okay?”William asked and I gave him a reassuring smile

"I'm fine," I said, my voice steady and confident. "I'm just a little nervous about takeoff. But I'll be okay." William gave me a reassuring smile in return, his eyes full of trust and understanding.

"You've got this," he said. "Just relax and try to enjoy the view." I nodded, taking his advice to heart.

"Okay," I said. "I'm going to try and relax and take in the view."

I met William during my last year in college and we started dating since then, even though my parent didn’t know about our relationship. he has been my best friend and my companion, I can remember how the ladies crushed over him in college but he isn’t that type of guy and I’m so happy about it

My mom is always curious about my love life and I’m sure she’ll be happy when she meets William

"Babe, are you hungry?" William's voice drifted me from my thoughts. I can't believe I've spent almost an hour thinking on the plane.

I jumped slightly as I was pulled back to the present moment by William's voice. "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought," I say, feeling a little embarrassed.

"And yes, I'm starving. I didn't have time to grab a bite before we left." I look up at him, feeling grateful for his presence. "What about you? Are you hungry?"

William's face breaks into a wide grin, and he gives me a playful wink.

"I could eat," he says, his voice full of enthusiasm. "I'm in the mood for some airplane food." I can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, and I reach for the menu in the seat pocket in front of me.

"Let's see what they've got," I say, flipping through the pages. "I'm sure there's something on here that will satisfy my hunger."

"Oh my goodness, they have everything," Williams says, peering over my shoulder at the menu.

"They've got sandwiches, salads, pasta, and even chicken fingers. And they've got a whole page of desserts. How are we ever going to choose?" I chuckle at his reaction, but I can't help but agree with him. The menu is extensive, and it's going to be hard to narrow it down.

"Let's take our time and look through it carefully," I say, savoring the moment. "We've got plenty of time until the flight attendants come around."

I settle in, browsing the menu and discussing the different options. It's like a little game, trying to figure out which item sounds the most appealing. After a few minutes, William points to a listing on the page.

"Ooh, that sounds good," he says, a mischievous grin on his face. "What do you think of the chicken parmesan?" I read over the description and raised my eyebrows in interest.

"It does sound pretty tasty," I say, looking up at him. "Do you think we should get that?"

"I say we go for it," Williams says with a decisive nod. "And we should get a dessert too. They've got cheesecake, pie, cookies, and even ice cream sundaes. You can't go wrong with ice cream, right?" I’m starting to feel my mouth water at the thought of all the delicious food, and I nod in agreement.

"You're right," I say, already imagining the sweet, creamy goodness of the ice cream. "An ice cream sundae sounds perfect."

William called the flight attendance, and the flight attendant arrived at our seats, a friendly smile on her face.

"Hello, and what can I get for you today?" She asks, pulling out her notepad.

"I'll have the chicken parmesan, and he'll have the same," I said, pointing to Williams. "And we'll both have an ice cream sundae for dessert." The flight attendant nods, jotting down our order.

"Would you like any drinks to go with that?" he asks.

"I'll take a coke," Williams says, and I nodded in agreement.

"And I'll have a sprite," I said, turning back to the flight attendant. "And we'll take some extra napkins, please," I added, thinking of the inevitable mess that will come with ice cream sundaes.

"Of course," the flight attendant says, writing down our request. "I'll be back shortly with your food and drinks." Williams and I both thank her, and she gives us a polite nod before moving on to the next row of seats.

An hour later, the flight attendant returned with our food and drinks, setting everything down on the tray table in front of me.

"Here you go," she says, smiling brightly. "I hope you enjoy your meal."

"Thank you so much," I say, and William echoes my words of gratitude. I pick up my fork and knife, eager to dig into my chicken parmesan.

"This looks amazing," you say, your mouth watering. "Let's dig in."

I took my first bite of the chicken parmesan, and it was even better than I could have imagined. The chicken is perfectly cooked, and the sauce is rich and flavorful. I took another bite, savoring every mouthful. I look over at Williams, who is equally enjoying his meal.

"I was right," said between bites. "This is amazing."

"You were right," Williams agrees, reaching for his drink. "This is some of the best airplane food I've ever had," William said and I laughed loudly

After we finished eating It was getting boring, William was already asleep but I wasn't, I couldn't wait for us to arrive in Philadelphia and see Dad and Mom, and most importantly couldn’t wait to know the reason Dad called me home urgently.