It was a normal day as a flight attendant. Well, not normal, you had been offered to work on a private jet for some metal band you weren't told about. But when you were stood by the exit doors watching fucking Metallica walk up to the jet.

You greeted them with a sweet and polite smile, noticing how James’ eyes lingered on you before sending you a wink and a cheeky smirk, walking to a seat.