San Diego or Bust on First Sight Saturday
Every week I welcome a guest author to First Sight Saturday to share an excerpt of a first meeting between two characters. Today I’m pleased that Vicki Batman is here with an excerpt from San Diego or Bust. Vicki has very good taste in character names, as you will soon see.
Hi! I’m writer Vicki Batman. Has your Mr. Right turned out to be the wrong Mr. Right? I’m here to tell you about Jill Grant’s first sight of Steven Cartwright in “San Diego or Bust,” a 5,023 word romantic comedy. Jill had planned a wonderful holiday for her boyfriend only it turned into the getaway from hell. As she went to deplane, her tote popped open and then…
My blue mood increased as I staggered up the aisle for deplaning. In my stupor, my tote slammed into an arm rest. My hand twisted, and the catch popped open. My sexy lingerie—the kind you want nobody else to see ever—spilled on the floor. Exhausted physically and mentally, I wanted to lie down on the ground and sob and sob and weep and weep like a toddler, but didn’t.
Obnoxious Person behind me, the one who’d complained before, groaned. For the entire flight, I’d put up with his seat-and-feet antics on the back of my chair. I prayed to the heavens above to teleport me elsewhere. It didn’t come to pass, and I hadn’t uttered a single grumble, even though I wanted to arm wrestle him to the ground. I regripped my handbag, closed my eyes, and murmured, “Be nice. Be nice.”
I tossed him my best like I wanted this to happen expression and said in my kill-him-with-kindness voice, “I’m sooo-sooo sorry. Give me a sec.”
The man in front of me, the same person who’d passed my bag when darling Davis had leapt from his seat and dashed up the row the instant the seat-belt sign had been extinguished, set his laptop case down. “Let me help.”
Prior to boarding, I’d noticed this man walking through the waiting area. At the time, I’d thought what a nice guywhen a gleeful baby had repeatedly thrown away his pacifier, and he’d retrieved it each time with a genuine smile. My gaze continued to follow him as he walked around our terminal. When he returned someone else’s dropped magazine, a tinge of why can’t my boyfriend be more like him? passed through my thoughts.
And here he is being nice to me.
Squatting, he picked up my clothing and handed them over.
Somehow, a skimpy panty became laced in his fingers. When he tried to untangle the mess, the undie sling-shot by my shoulder and hit Obnoxious Person in the forehead. Several passengers chuckled. An embarrassing heat crept up my spine and settled on my head.
Obnoxious Person fumbled the garment like it was a fiery tamale with cactus spines and dropped it in my lap. “Can’t you hurry it up, lady?”
Mr. Nice Guy gave me a wink. “We’ll be finished in a jiffy.”
I let my mouth tip into a grin. Who said jiffy nowadays?
Further down the line, a woman called, “What’s taking so long?”
“Yeah,” someone else further back said.
Another complained, “I’ve got thirty minutes to catch my connecting flight to Walla Walla.”
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