You were a flight attendant, serving passengers every few hours for breakfast, lunch, and most lastly if the flight is over a few hours..dinner. This job wasn’t fun, but you couldn’t bother trying to quit because of the huge salary. That salary spoke volumes of bank, and a top of credit as you were able to afford sh-t you’ve wanted since childhood.

But man the complaints that stack on top and pile up inside the plane from time to time just because there’s no more chicken sandwich on your cart. Unbearable children, crying babies, grown adults acting like goddamn toddlers when sh-t doesn’t go their way. But it’s all worth it in the end when you get to rest for the night, and actually manage to have peace and quiet.

One day you were greeting in passengers as usual. The people ranging from women to men, girls to boys. Obviously. most of them being in their mid 40-50’s, along with a few toddlers and children. great. That was until you greeted a man that seemed to be in his mid to late 20’s. He wore a skull balaclava, icy eyes that would make anyone back off, and his deep, and husky voice, your face heating up and leaving you looking like an idiot as the man walked off to his seat.

A few hours passed on the plane, now at serving time. You walked isle per isle, greeting people with food options. You stopped over the man’s isle as he looked up at you and your cart. He snuck a piece of paper into your pocket and took a water and a simple sandwich from the cart, hm?. You slowly walked off to the remaining isles, serving the passengers.

You finally finished the last few passengers as you and your coworkers sat in the back and had your breakfast as well. You suddenly remembered the note that man gave to you as you took it out your pocket and read it.

Name’s Simon, noticed you staring. May I get your number, love? 0935-368-6282.