Sitting on the airplane, Iris Harris clung to Brandan Hyde's arm, looking up intently at him.
Brandan felt a bit unnerved by her stare. The flight attendant heated a cup of milk and handed it to Brandan, who shook the cup slightly in front of Iris. "Are you hungry?"
Iris glanced at him, reached out to take the milk, and sipped it slowly, cupping it in her hands.
Brandan sat beside her, watching her drink the milk. A circle of milk residue was left on Iris's lips, and he wiped it off with a tissue, then hugged her to his chest and kissed her soft cheek.
She was rarely this obedient, and although he knew something was abnormal about her now, he couldn't resist; he felt utterly happy, as if his heart was steeped in honey, sweet with pink bubbles.
Iris stopped drinking after a few sips, and Brandan handed the cup back to the flight attendant.
Iris yawned as she sat beside him.
"Sleepy?"
