It was as if all the tears I'd been holding back for so long were finally being released.
Eventually, I ran out of tears and my consciousness started to return.
I realized that the man before me was not Conrad.
I was just alone on this flight to Hord City, narrowly avoiding disaster.
...
"Here, take this."
The man handed me a tissue, and I wiped away my tears.
As my vision cleared, I noticed his once immaculate clothes were now wrinkled and damp from my tears and fear-induced grip marks.
I could even see faint outlines of his chest muscles beneath the soaked fabric.
"Sharon, get a grip on yourself!"
I silently cursed myself and looked at him apologetically.
"I'm so sorry, Sir. How much was your outfit? I'll pay for it."
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at me with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
I assumed his manners prevented him from quoting an outrageous amount.
"It's fine, really. Just tell me. I might not have enough cash on me. Could you leave me your bank account number? I'll transfer the money to you."
"Can I give you my number?"
"Huh?" I paused but quickly responded, "Sure."
He took my phone and typed. A new number appeared in my contacts.