The sky was a perfect, cloudless blue, and the airport buzzed with the energy of eager travellers ready to embark on their summer adventures. Inside the crew lounge, Simon stood before the mirror in the staff restroom, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair, making sure every strand was in place. Not for the sake of vanity—but for her.

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He wasn’t blind to the fact that many of the pilots and cabin crew shared his admiration for her. But unlike the others, he was persistent—perhaps annoyingly so. He wanted her to see him, to notice him the way he noticed her.

As he made his way onto the plane, his sharp eyes instantly found her. Dressed in the signature blue and white uniform, she carried herself with effortless grace, the crisp fabric hugging her figure in all the right ways. She was engrossed in the flight rota, her gaze scanning the list with quiet focus.

Simon couldn’t help himself. He stepped up behind her, the difference in their height evident as he leaned in, close enough for his breath to graze her ear.

“Looking for my name, sweetheart?”

His voice was low, teasing—designed to make her fluster, to make her notice him, but it fell flat like a failed soufflé.