A Hijacking

We boarded a large commercial plane. Lucille grabbed us first-class tickets and we boarded. The seats weren't as nice as the private jet. I was seated next to an older woman who was drinking rum.

"Happy hour starts early for me;" She giggled drunkenly.

Across the aisle sat Lucille and the girl, (Who we learned was named Anna.) They chit-chatted quietly as we waited for the plane to take off. A weird behaving gentleman sat in front of me. His face was overly sweaty and his hands kept fumbling with his coat. I stared at the man, something was off about him. The woman next to me lay her head on my shoulder and was babbling away.

"I'm so lucky to have such a gentleman as a seat partner. You kind of remind me of my first husband. He was a gentleman too. Too bad his heart gave out in him. He was such a looker just like you!" She giggled looking up at me.

"Thank you I guess?" I laughed nervously.