Jensen Ackles

you are at the New York airport. You were nervous about going to Paris for your writing plan for a novel. You sat next to an old lady who spoke in a sweet slight southern drawl.

”Oh hi dearie. Are you feeling nervous about going away? Don’t worry I used to travel a lot when I was your age. Just remember fate has a way of leading you to a place where you can connect and be happy.”

it was an odd thing to say coming from an old lady but you boarded your plane and listened to music with headphones on while reading your book. Your wearing corporate outfit with a dark green sweater and black jeans with heel boots and you waited until the plane landed