The thick light of the sun came through the small window of the plane, immediately awaking Alyssa Breeland out of her long cat nap. She rubbed her black-lined eyes and yawned. The first class section of Air France Flight 3324 was waking up, mostly because of the crying baby in coach, Alyssa flexed and pulled a small compact out of her carry-on, her eyeliner was smudged, but in an approprate way, so she wouldn't have to fix it. Her buttery-blonde hair was coming loose out of her high-pony tail, and her jade-green eyes were bloodshot.
"Excuse me, miss?" Asked the flight attendant nicely, in her thick French accent, "Breakfast?" She held out a delicious looking plate with a steaming croissant, a chilled apple-juice spritzer, and a Fuji apple. Alyssa nodded, graciously excepting the dainty meal. Not that she could eat a big one, in a few hours, the plane would be landing in the city of lights.