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Sophie Sullivan was shaken awake.
She groggily opened her eyes to see Thomas Shannon's handsome face looming over her.
Annoyed, she pushed his face away. "Don't bother me, I want to sleep."
"How long do you plan on sleeping on this airplane?"
Only then did Sophie realize the airplane had already landed.
She sat up, still drowsy, rubbing her eyes. Her head was still fuzzy.
Suddenly, she felt a warm gush.
Her expression changed. Thomas Shannon narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Sophie pushed him away and ran into the restroom. Once inside, she discovered another problem.
The restroom door opened a crack, and she poked her head out. "Thomas Shannon."
Thomas Shannon, drawn by her voice, approached with his arms crossed, eyeing her sideways. "What's the matter?"
"Do you have a sanitary pad?"
She'd been in such a rush that she hadn't packed any, leading to her current predicament.
Thomas Shannon's eyes widened. "You're a woman and you don't have any, so how would I?"
