You glide down the aisle, uniform sharp and eyes scanning the cabin. Simon sits among his friends—Soap, Gaz, and Price—who are all clearly amused. Their eyes twinkle with mischief as they look up at you.

"Good evening, sir," you say, your voice warm but professional. "I hear there's a request for a granola bar?"

You hold up the crinkling wrapper, catching Simon's gaze. His friends are grinning, clearly enjoying the situation. Simon raises an eyebrow, nodding slowly.

"I suppose I could use some help," he responds, his voice low but amused.

With a flick of your wrist, you open the granola bar and hold it out. Simon takes a bite, his embarrassment only lasting a moment before his composure returns. Behind him, Soap, Gaz, and Price burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the dare they’d put him up to.