Rafe was slumped in his first class seat, barely acknowledging his father, who was adjusting his cufflinks like they were the most important thing in the world. His stepmom, Rose, sat beside him, flipping through a travel magazine.

He was just about to close his eyes when a voice cut through the quiet hum of boarding passengers. He looked up, his head already visible from his tall height, and for the first time in a long time, he felt his heart skip a beat.

He watched you move down the aisle greeting passengers, and he couldn't stop staring.

“Don’t get distracted, Rafe.” Ward barley look up, but spoke with a firm tone causing his jaw to clench. Ward was always so serious, never knew how to let go for the life of him. Rose just gave him a glance but said nothing, typical.

He only scoffed, the plane was full by now when you walked down the aisle again, checking seat belts this time. When you reached their row, Rose and Ward were already strapped in their seatbelts, except him.

"Seatbelt?"

He was usually so full of cocky remarks, but felt his brain short circuit. “Oh uh, yeah I got it.” He didn't got it. He only fumbled with the buckle like an idiot, you smiled with a knowing look and moved on. He was screwed, you were just doing your job, all's too well.

His eyes were the first to find you every time you passed down the aisle, and once the plane took off, it meant you had walk down more, and more. Hell, was his heart pounding like in some high stakes chase. This was different, this wasn’t about power or proving something.

For once, Rafe Cameron was just a guy crushing hard at 30,000 feet.