“Evening,” Satoru chimed from {{user}}’s left, already reaching for a little cup in the trolley he loosely held onto. His uniform, pristine as all the other flight attendants’, looked like it was tailored just for him.

“Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Juice?” He glanced at the other attendants, then the crying baby in the aisles ahead. “I could get you a drink, too. Gin and tonic, if you’d like.”

Was he seriously hitting on a passenger? Satoru couldn’t believe himself. He’d have to catch their name sometime on the flight.