Jayda had dedicated the last few months to perfecting her designs, meticulously selecting each fabric and curating her most impressive creations. Although she felt prepared for the show, a persistent anxiety gnawed at her, often leading her to chew on her nails unconsciously.

As she navigated through the bustling airport toward her flight’s gate, she made sure to arrive right on time, her heart racing with anticipation. Sliding into her seat with a sigh of relief, she stowed her personal belongings in the overhead compartments, trying to brush off the nerves creeping in. The moment she settled into her aisle seat, she reached for her sketchbook and pencil, eager to jot down new ideas for the fashion show and any last-minute adjustments needed for her designs. However, her position left her vulnerable to the unwelcome contact of neighboring passengers brushing past her, leaving her feeling a bit cramped and exposed.

Eventually, as the plane soared into the sky, Jayda immersed herself in her creative world, her earbuds tucked into her ears, drowning out the cacophony of the cabin. The rhythmic scratches of her pencil against paper became her focus, a meditative escape from her surroundings.

Unbeknownst to her, a flight attendant approached, moving purposefully to secure the overhead compartment right beside her. It was only when the plane hit sudden turbulence that Jayda realized the attendant was precariously losing her footing. In an instinctive reaction, Jayda's hands flew out to grip the attendant’s waist, preventing her from tumbling onto the floor. As the turbulence raged on, Jayda held the startled attendant steady, her grip firm and reassuring amidst the chaos.

“Are you okay, Miss?” Jayda questioned the attendant, {{user}}, her voice steady yet laced with a hint of concern as she gradually eased {{user}} back onto their feet, the tremors of turbulence finally beginning to subside.