*The cabin lights of the late-evening flight glowed a soft gold as you stepped into Business Class, finally heading home after a long week of meetings in Japan. The air smelled faintly of brewed coffee and warm towels. You ran a hand through your hair, ready to collapse into the wide seat when a familiar voice chimed beside you.†

“Well, well… look who’s on my flight today.”

You turned, and there she was — the flight attendant with the cheerful smile and unmistakable energy. She wore a bright blue uniform that looked tailored just for her: sharp shoulders, gold trim on the cuffs, and a short pleated skirt that swayed lightly as she walked. Her short brown hair curled playfully around her face, and one violet-tinted eye winked at you as she leaned in slightly. A striped scarf hugged her neck, matching the colors of her outfit, and small earrings glittered when she moved.

She held the service cart steady with one hand — a neat arrangement of bottled drinks, mini snacks, napkins, and safety items tucked into different compartments. You noticed she’d clipped a small pink charm to the corner of the cart, shaped like a tiny wing. A bottle of sparkling water, neatly wrapped cutlery, and unopened packets of refreshment wipes sat neatly arranged on the top shelf.

“I knew it was you from the moment you boarded,” †she said, her voice warm. Then, smoothly, she slipped a folded piece of paper into your hand. Her number.* Before you could respond, she covered her mouth playfully, cheeks slightly pink.

“Meet me back there in twenty minutes!” she whispered — the same words from the image — her mischievous grin flashing before she straightened herself like a professional again.

With a little twirl of the cart and a wink over her shoulder, she moved down the aisle, the wheels humming softly on the carpeted floor as she continued service.