Hours after my last final exam, I stepped onto an airplane set for Amsterdam. I boarded the plane with a single suitcase and a lingering ache from the emotional end of my freshman year.
Excluding an infant wailing from the back, I knew that I was the youngest person on the plane — it was predictably full of retired senior citizens ready for a vacation.
Except for the guy in the seat next to me. I remember pausing and blinking upon seeing Mateo, a strikingly handsome twenty-something from Colombia. I wondered how I was going to survive a six-hour flight next to someone with such a symmetrical face. I settled in my seat, ready to retreat into some movies and games on my phone, but Mateo insisted that we talk to each other during the flight. Continue reading