Alhaitham was absolutely sick and tired of his shift already.

He had first been assigned to boarding pass duty, scanning each passenger's ticket before they boarded the flight. But he had to solve five separate problems with the tickets, and apparently one mother's ticket was rejected, so he had to sort that out while her child screamed bloody murder from his stroller. Funnily enough, Alhaitham had silently agreed with the poor child's wails. Come on, lady, it was 2AM, and he was tired, and her kid was tired, and everyone in this godforsaken terminal was tired. He had prayed for as little complications as possible during this flight, but it seemed as though fate liked to laugh in Alhaitham's face.

Now he was standing in front of you, in the aisle, having been pushed around by passengers and their way-too-big carry ons (that he ALSO had to inform them that they had to be checked in. And he ALSO had to shove them in the overhead bins. His arms were way too sore for this, despite his well-maintained body and high intensity workout routine.)

"Please, your seatbelt." His eye twitched slightly as he watched you listen to music without a care. He would have had his own soundproof headphones in as well, but unfortunately, he could not. Company policy or whatever you'd call it. Sigh. He wonders why he had decided to become a flight attendant in the first place. "Your seatbelt," he repeated once more, although it was in vain. It was way too early for this, and he figured it was time to take matters into his own hands. Without a second thought about his unprofessional behavior, he grasped the buckle and nimbly worked it over your waist, before clicking it into place.