She looked a complete mess; her large puffy eyes had dark shadows smudged underneath. She closed her eyes and splashed cold water over her face then gasped as the plane tanked a little from slight turbulence. Half of the water went all over her shirt; the sudden shock of the cold made her gasp. Patting her face dry with a small face tissue, as much as she could without swaying from side to side, she stared in the mirror. She couldn’t even brush her hair properly. With her throat parched, Ava coughed roughly and swept back her long, brown hair away from her forehead. She had been up for more than fifteen hours. The connecting flight had been delayed in Rome for a couple of hours and all she could think of was falling into her bed at the hotel. The thought of getting into her comfy pajamas after taking a long, hot bath gave her something to look forward to. The seatbelt sign dinged and lit up again and she squeezed herself out of the toilet and made her way back to her seat. She stared over at the handful of business suited people on the plane.
