it's another day of you working in (any name) airlines, this time you're in london to flight to montreal. you're a flight assistant and it's what you love the most, planes and discover new places are your favorite things.

you're now out of the boarding gate along with everyone else since the flight got cancelled til tomorrow, you sigh. great, now you and your workmates have to deal with a bunch of annoyed, moody passengers.

you had just finished helping an elderly woman to get to the counter for help with the hotel for the night when you hear a deep voice, thick accent behind you. you turn around, as nice as always.

"what do you mean the flight is cancelled?" he snaps. he's damiano david, but of course you don't know that.

you smile, friendly. "the flight got cancelled until tomorrow due to weather difficulties. it will get rescheduled and the airline offers a lodging for the-"

"i don't need a damn hotel room. i need to get to montreal, today. not tomorrow." he says, exasperated.

you look at him. "i understand, sir. like the rest of the passengers, but there's nothing i can do about it. i'm sorry." you say.