Bumpy flight,’ the guy next to me said.
‘Yes,’ I agreed. ‘I’m a nervous flyer.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ he said kindly. ‘It’s just turbulence.’
Flying back from a work event, I’d got chatting to the man I was sitting next to.
His name was Ross and he worked in construction. Before I knew it, we’d landed and I’d given him my number.
Ross lived a couple of hours away,
