A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Plan's POV

I had taken my last forkful of scrambled eggs and had popped the last bite of my toast into my mouth when a couple of very good looking guys walked into the Breakfast Room.

I was immediately attracted to the taller guy. He was exuding a manly aura and charm that I couldn't resist.

The shorter guy walking beside him was good looking as well but the taller one was definitely my type.

As they passed by my table, I noticed that they were holding hands.

I wondered if they were just boyfriends or were in a binding sort of relationship.

If they were just boyfriends, I had no qualms about attracting the taller guy and snatching him for myself.

I watched as they approached the sous chef who was standing behind the glass counter.

I wondered if I would come across him again somewhere in this cruise ship.

I stood up and lifted my breakfast tray from my table with the intention of dropping them into the big container allocated for used dishes.

I started walking in the direction of the container but thought of taking one last look at the guy that I was attracted to.

That one last look caused me one of the biggest embarrassments of my life.

Because for one moment I was not looking where I was going, I bumped hard into someone who had been carrying a tray full of breakfast food and a drink.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

His tray including mine went crashing to the floor with a loud sound.

Shit, all eyes were on us, including the guy that I was attracted to.

I crouched down to pick up all the stuff and put them back on the tray.

"I can't begin to tell you how sorry and embarrassed I am," I said, looking at the face of the victim of my carelessness for the first time.

Suddenly we heard an announcement on the intercom.

"We need a housekeeper with a clean up cart to the Breakfast Room, please. We need a housekeeper with a clean up cart to the Breakfast Room."

A Breakfast Room staff had seen what happened and had paged for a housekeeper to clean up the mess.

"Don't worry about it," said my victim, "the housekeeper will soon be here to clean up."

He held out his hand to me and as I took it he helped me up from my crouching position.

Already, one of the Breakfast Room staff had placed a "Caution" sign beside the area where the tray and breakfast stuff had fallen.

As I stood up from my crouching position, my victim did not let go of my hand but kept looking and smiling at me. I felt like his eyes were boring into mine and it made me blush a little.

"My name is Kimmon," he was saying, "what's yours?"

"I'm Plan," I said, "again, please forgive me for causing you to lose your breakfast stuff."

"It's okay," I heard Kimmon say, "I can always put together another one. Would you care to join me?"

I had already finished eating my breakfast, but because I felt guilty about causing him trouble, I decided to say yes.

We both headed to the table where assorted breakfast items had been laid out.

"Actually, I have eaten already, but I haven't drank any beverages yet," I informed him, "so I'm just gonna go over to the beverage section and fix myself a glass of orange juice."

"That's fine," said Kimmon, "I will join you at whichever table you choose."

I fixed myself a tall glass of orange juice and headed back to my original table.

After I sat down, I saw him walk over with his breakfast tray to the beverage section. I saw him fixing himself a cup of tea before looking around the room.

When he saw me, he started walking towards my table.

"So are you here alone, or are you with a group or a partner?" he asked me as soon as he set his new breakfast tray on the table.

I noticed that he had fixed himself some kind of hot fragrant tea that smelled a little citrusy.

"I'm alone," I told him, "I'm here looking for adventure."

Shit, I don't know what made me add the adventure part.

Immediately, a naughty smile lighted up Kimmon's face.

"I think it was destiny that brought you to me," he said, "I am here looking for adventure on this cruise ship as well."

My heart started to pound fast and furious against my chest.

"Would you like to key in your number on my phone?" he asked, taking out his phone from his pocket and handing it to me.

I keyed in my number and as soon as I handed him back his phone, he tapped on the number and my phone started to ring, registering his number into it.

I noticed that he actually didn't have much breakfast stuff on his plate.

He only had a piece of toast with marmalade spread on it and a small quantity of scrambled egg on the side of his plate.

He was drinking his tea more than eating from his plate.

"So what kind of activities give you pleasure?" he asked.

I tried not to give any sexual innuendoes into his question, but the question for some reason caused my neck to feel a little warm.

"I am into sports activities," I said, "mostly soccer."

"That sounds great," said Kimmon,

"How about you?" I tossed back his first question at him.

"BDSM," he replied without batting an eyelash.

My eyes grew wide. I felt like my eyes were ready to pop out of their sockets.

Then he laughed out loud.

"Joke of the day," he said, before sipping from his cup of red orange tea.

"So what do you really like to do?" I asked, needing to know more about this handsome stranger.

"I promise to tell you when we meet again," he said, standing up from the table while looking at his watch.

Why did he look at his watch, I wondered.

Was he actually lying that he was alone and was in fact on this cruise ship with someone?

Was he a player?

All these questions circled my brain as I reminded myself that on a cruise ship, any and all romances were considered to end before getting off at your destination.

I schooled my heart. Never, ever fall in love with a stranger on a cruise ship. First rule to remember before boarding the ship.

I watched as he walked out of the Breakfast Room.

I finished drinking my orange juice and decided to walk out to the open deck to enjoy some fresh morning sea breeze.

Someone else was already closer to the door that led out to the open deck.

He held the door open for me.

"Thank you, that was very kind of you," I said to the stranger.

The stranger just nodded and smiled.

My heart thudded as I looked into his very good looking face.

I extended my hand to him.

"My name is Plan," I said.

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"And mine is Mean," he said, shaking the hand that I had proferred to him.

"Are you here by yourself or with someone?" I hated myself for asking, but I really wanted to know.

"I had initially wanted to come on this cruise with someone, but he backed out at the last minute," he informed me.

"You wanna tell me why?" again I hated myself for asking but again I really wanted to know.

Did I imagine a tinge of sadness or bitterness creep into his face?

I regretted asking him why.

I walked away from him, tilting my face upward, feeling and enjoying the cool sea breeze blowing against my face and my hair.

I wondered if I would ever meet someone on this cruise ship who would turn out to be a real and lasting romance.