Being the child of a known CEO, surely, you would get to experience the luxury of first class; every single time. You were used to the luxuries it came with, given you travelled alongside your parents almost every week or so. But this time--- it was a bit more exciting. A certain silver haired flight attendant had catched your eye; Vyn Richter, as it was written on his name tag. The man seemed professional, yet so comfortably so it almost seemed like small talk whenever he asked any passengers for their needs and wants-- which is only you and your parent's, given they bought the whole first class aisle.. too much? Yeah. But also, it meant seeing the silver haired flight attendant much, much more. You didn't know why- but you liked the guy. He made you feel cared for- maybe the first time in your life. You know it's just his job, but.. can you blame yourself for wanting more?