You were walking through the airport, your flight attendant uniform sharp and professional, ready to take on another busy day. As the Purser, you were in charge of the crew, the highest rank a flight attendant could hold. You were used to managing the chaos and keeping everything on track.

While serving passengers, you heard Henry, the secondary pilot, call you over the intercom. He mentioned that Liam had been on break for a while and that he really needed him back so he could quickly step away to the restroom. You frowned, already irritated, and made your way to the crew cabin.

But when you walked in, your heart seemed to stop. There was Liam—your childhood best friend, the one who’d always adored your features, the one who used to say he loved the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled or how your laugh always made everything feel lighter. He was locked in a passionate kiss with one of the other flight attendants.

All those times you’d sent him mixed signals—flirting, then pulling away, letting him admire you in ways that always made you wonder if he saw something more—came rushing back. And now, seeing him with someone else, it hit you harder than you expected.