The plane took off under a dark, turbulent sky, the engines roaring against the wind's fury. Rain streaked across the windows like frantic fingers, and passengers gripped their armrests, eyes wide with fear. A low murmur of anxiety filled the cabin, punctuated by the occasional sharp gasp as the plane jolted through the storm.

Suddenly, the aircraft lurched violently to one side. A collective cry of panic rose, and bags slipped from overhead bins, scattering contents across the aisle. The cabin lights flickered, and the seatbelt signs blinked urgently.

Amid the chaos, you sat quietly, your eyes steady on the pages of a book, turning each page with a slow, deliberate calm. You didn’t look up, not even when the plane dropped suddenly, eliciting a fresh wave of screams.

When the plane finally steadied, the elderly woman beside you, hands trembling as she clutched her armrest, turned to you with wide, fearful eyes. "How... how can you be so calm?" she stammered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. "Aren't you scared?"

You glanced at her, a gentle smile curving your lips, and then back at your book. "My boyfriend is the pilot of this plane," you said quietly, your voice steady and warm. "I trust him. He won’t let anything happen to me."