"Due to some turbulence, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelts sign."

The announcement rang especially loud in the flight attendants' cabin, where for about 75 seconds, Mindy and Danny had been locked in each other's embrace. They parted reluctantly, the air feeling cold as they returned to be their individual selves. Danny smirked at Mindy and led her back to their seats. He was rather happy with himself, but she was lost in thought. As she dabbed away some of her, now spread, lipstick, she took her seat against the window. She would have to go back on her word again with Cliff. Well, Danny's words. Danny. She looked over at him.

Now, with his head back and his eyes closed, he sat in silence. She was deep in it, now. She was pulled into him with every look and there was no way to avoid these feelings for her colleague. But what now? She turned off her overhead light and he peaked his eyes over at her. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder and soon she was asleep. He fell asleep right after.

The red-eye was about 20 minutes away from JFK when they were woken by a voice from a flight attendant asking them to pull their shade down. It was early morning and she didn't want "to disturb the passengers".

For a moment, Mindy forgot any anxiety she might have had. This man knew all her flaws and had seen every inch of her body. There was nothing left to learn about her, just time to share. Danny said that no guy that really wanted to be with a woman would ever let her go. Maybe he would never let her go. Maybe this was it.

Danny also looked distracted. He knew he hadn't made a rash decision. This was all he thought about for months. He had been planning the opportune moment since he heard about her breakup with her fiancé. And now it happened. And he was never going to let her out of his sight. "Hey, Min," his voice cracked, "want to come over and get the rest of our night's sleep at my apartment?" It wasn't any closer to the JFK airport, in Queens, but he had to hang onto her.

She had to bite, too. "Okay. Yes." She said, quietly. They sat in silence for the entire descent but were briefly back to their bickering selves in the terminal, looking for the exit to the street. (Mindy still had her huge bag and refused to take the subway, though a cab would easily cost $70 to Manhattan.)

In the taxi, they sat close enough to touch, but not so much to take his mind off the rising fee. Danny sighed every dollar the fare went up. Mindy sighed every time Danny sighed. Finally they arrived at Danny's building in midtown.

Once they got the mail and heaved her suitcase up to his floor, they arrived at the door with expectation. Danny chuckled nervously, not knowing exactly what Mindy wanted once they walked inside. "We have about three hours until we have to leave for work." He said, looking at his watch.

"Okay, I am so tired!" Mindy answered, trying to cap the expectations at that.

Danny, a little relieved, pushed the door open and laid their bags down over the threshold and shut the door. Mindy walked over and collapsed on the sofa. Now he was disappointed. He didn't need to do anything, but she didn't feel welcome enough in his life to sleep in his bed? He stared a bit at her cute, bundled up body, already half asleep on the couch.

She pulled the throw blanket up in the air and waved him to join her underneath. They were both still cold from outside, but they soon warmed up under the throw and soon they were both asleep, Danny on top of Mindy.