Creepy passenger

<p>I wanted to trouble my mom by telling her I missed the flight. As expected, she believed me immediately, and I sensed silence on the other end of the call. But this time, the silence lasted longer than usual. I heard her sigh, a clear sign of her disappointment, but she said nothing.<br/><br/>"Mom... are you still there?" I asked, feeling a pang of regret.<br/><br/>"Okay. I am getting late, bye..." she replied seriously and disconnected before I could explain myself. This time, I had gone too far. She didn't even wait for me to finish what I wanted to say. I stared at the phone, my mind blank. I didn't know what to do.<br/><br/>How would I face her when I saw her? I tried calling her again, but she didn't answer. My anxiety grew. I needed to do something. I decided I would surprise her when I arrived. Taking a deep breath, I leaned back in my seat. Just then, I noticed the elderly woman sitting across from me staring. Feeling embarrassed, I avoided her gaze and looked at my phone, feeling like I was losing my mind and unaware of how much time had passed since the flight began.<br/><br/>To distract myself, I picked up a random book and started reading. I didn't know how long I had been reading when I felt a tug on my t-shirt. I looked down to see a young girl staring at me. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.<br/><br/>"You're so pretty," she said with a sweet smile. "I've seen you before..."<br/><br/>Just then, the young girl's mother came over and looked at me. "Oh my god! Are you... Miss Isabella Anderson, the top model?" she asked with a smile. I nodded. Instantly, she apologized. "Miss Anderson, I'm sorry my daughter disturbed you."<br/><br/>"It's okay," I replied and resumed reading. I didn't know how long I had been reading when I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I looked up, irritated, and saw the same young girl standing next to me with a box in her hand. I raised my eyebrows at her.<br/><br/>She opened the box, which was full of chocolates. "Today is my birthday," she said.<br/><br/>"Happy Birthday," I greeted her and took a chocolate. Then I noticed a middle-aged man approaching, wearing a black suit and tie. He introduced himself as Mr. Lucas Stanley, the young girl's father. I gave a small smile.<br/><br/>"Miss Anderson, I'm a big fan," he said, looking at me creepily. I didn't like the way he was staring. For the young girl's sake, I controlled my discomfort. "Thank you," I said, smiling. "I'm glad to meet you." I hoped to end the conversation.<br/><br/>But he continued. "Can I take a picture of you with my daughter?"<br/><br/>"Sorry, I'm busy right now," I replied, not liking his vibe.<br/><br/>"It's okay. If it's a problem here, we can take a photo after the plane lands," he said, walking away with a creepy smile.<br/><br/>After a while, the crew announced our landing. I called my manager to take care of my baggage as we needed to reach the ceremony on time. I didn't want to be late. As soon as the plane landed, I unfastened my seatbelt and stood up. I hurriedly walked towards the exit as the passengers exited in a queue.<br/><br/>"Will Mom be mad at me for lying?" I wondered as I got off the plane. By the time I reached the main exit gate, my manager was waiting for me.<br/><br/>"Did you book the cab?" I inquired.<br/><br/>Isabella Pov continues....<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"No... Actually, I wanted to..." she began, but then I heard someone say, "Hi Angel..."<br/><br/>I turned and saw a man walking toward us. Covering my mouth in surprise, I exclaimed, "Ethan!"<br/><br/>Without wasting a second, I ran to him and hugged him. "I didn't expect you here."<br/><br/>"Did you think I'd go to the awards ceremony without my beautiful princess?" he asked with a grin.</p>