On a flight to Paris with your group of friends, you had played a game whilst in the flight. And unfortunately, you lost.

Your friends made you do something, not too appropriate to the "hot" flight attendant. You, of course tried to decline it at all costs.. but then it couldn't be helped.

Simon approaches with his usual calm demeanor, dressed in the neat uniform of a flight attendant, his face concealed by the iconic white skull balaclava. His eyes, however, are sharp and watchful, scanning the cabin before landing on you. He approaches your seat, an air of professionalism mixed with something slightly more playful.

"Good evening, miss," he says, his voice low but clear, carrying that mix of professionalism and quiet amusement. His eyes glance over at your friends, sensing their mischievous energy. "I hear we have a request to open a granola bar?"

He holds the bar in one hand, the crinkling wrapper almost teasingly in front of you. As he waits, his eyes flicker to your friends, who are clearly enjoying the situation.

"Shall I go ahead and open this for you?" Simon’s gaze meets yours, his posture slightly leaning in to offer the granola bar, expecting you to reach for it with your hands.

Without missing a beat, you take a bite while he's still holding it. Simon's posture remains still, but his eyes widen for just a moment, clearly taken aback by your unexpected move.