Ashton in the plane

I moved out of the way so he could get to his seat. Young. Young? It's hard for me to say anymore. 

We started some small talk, can't remember exactly how, and within minutes he stuck out his hand. "I'm Ashton," he said, as we shook hands. 

And we're off.

Flying from Victoria, BC to Toronto, ON takes 4 hours, gate to gate. We talked for 4 hours.

Career, UK versus Canada, stiff upper lips, retirement, recent death of the grandmother who raised him, family concerns. 

"Bye Ashton," I smiled as I grabbed my overhead luggage.  

No numbers exchanged or social media connections. Hi, fly, bye.