“Enjoy your flight, Mr. Cooper.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, stepping into the jet bridge.
When I step inside the plane, the flight attendants greet me with smiles and one of them points toward the front, where first class is separated by a curtain.
I stow my bag in the overhead bin, sit down, and sink back into my seat.
As the engines start to rumble, I close my eyes for a second, trying to shut off the day.
Thirty minutes into the flight, my eyes are still closed when I feel someone stop beside me. Slowly, I open my eyes and look up.
A flight attendant is standing over me, a brunette in her mid-twenties maybe. Her lips are glossed, hair tucked neatly behind one ear, and a soft smile that’s just a little too much.
“Would you like anything to drink?” she asks, leaning in a little.
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