Everything was going smoothly until I noticed a woman boarding late in the process.
She was… stunning. The kind of beauty that turns heads without trying. Tall, slender, with a narrow waist and impossibly long legs clad in tailored cream pants. Her silky hair shimmered under the cabin lights, cascading down her back like something out of a shampoo commercial.
Her every step seemed calculated — elegant, confident, the world her runway.
She stopped in the aisle right beside me, glancing down at the seat next to mine. For a moment, I thought she might simply ask if I could help her store her bag. Instead, she hesitated, her gaze flicking between me and the seat.
Her nose wrinkled slightly. “Oh… um…” she murmured, almost to herself, but loud enough for me to hear.
I slid one headphone off my ear. “Sorry, did you say something?”
