Does this mean, she... liked him?
"I don't mind," Somto said slowly, his voice low but clear, like he wanted her to hear every word. "You can use my shoulder or laps as a pillow… anytime you want."
Nnenna froze.
Then her face turned a deep, furious red, almost crimson, as if the air inside the cabin had suddenly gone ten degrees hotter. She stood up so fast it startled the flight attendant walking past them.
"I—uh—thank you—I mean no thank you—I'm fine!" she blurted, practically bolting to the far end of the jet like her seat was on fire.
Somto chuckled under his breath, watching her go with a mixture of amusement and fondness. She was so easy to tease. And so painfully honest in all the ways she didn't yet realize.
For the rest of the journey, Nnenna didn't dare come near him. She stayed glued to the window, back straight, eyes darting outside every few minutes, even though most of what she saw was just endless sky and patches of clouds.
