The plane hummed softly as passengers settled into their seats. Zayn slid into his spot by the window, glancing out at the runway, headphones in hand. He liked flying—being above the clouds felt like an escape.

A moment later, she appeared in the aisle, juggling a bag and a book. She hesitated, checking her ticket, then gestured to the seat beside him. “I think that’s me,” she said, her voice soft but certain.

Zayn moved slightly to let her pass, offering a polite nod. “Looks like we’re neighbors,” he said, tucking his headphones away.

As she settled in, placing the book on her lap, he caught a glimpse of the cover. “That’s a good one,” he commented, breaking the silence.

She glanced at him, surprised. “You’ve read it?”

“Once or twice,” he said with a small smile. “Long flights need good distractions.”