In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Definitely a keeper. Handy little blue ear plugs, landing candy, a bag of
fancy French skin care products, plane socks big enough for Sasquatch,
what else was in there?
Alessandro, still not relaxed after his breakfast booze, explained
tersely to the stewardess how he wanted his coffee. "Et une tasse pour
ma compagne, s'il vous plait, mademoiselle."
He leaned over to her and said in a low voice, shaking his head,
"The French do nut know how to make coffee."
Later the steward passed around a menu, but neither of them
ate the caviar or the rubber pastry, so she shook her head and smiled at
the steward and Alessandro just made a small motion with his head as
he was busy with a new whiskey and a little French book called
America by Jean Baudrillard with Warhol's Marilyn on the cover, that
made him chuckle between swigs.
Penny had her nose smashed into the window.
"Wow, this is so amazing, there's nothing out there," she said.
Silence.
She looked over to him and he smiled lazily, reclined in his seat
with gaudy Marilyn cheering from his lap.
The next time she looked over he was asleep with one arm over
his eyes, the other resting on his shirt.
The noise from the engines was deafening and even with
earplugs she wondered how anyone could sleep inside such a rocket.
She stuck her nose back to the window, where, above the curved
horizon floated the moon, so hi-res she could almost feel the craters.
Outside the cold air slid silently between them, faster than sound. She
leaned back, feeling the vibration of the engines in her teeth, and shut
her eyes. This was awesome, she was going to like this.
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