Ding
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking."
"We have begun our initial descent. The weather upon arrival is cloudy with a temperature of 72°."
"The flight attendants will be coming around shortly to prepare the cabin for arrival. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened, and your tray tables are away and locked."
"Thank you."
The speaker cut off. Moments later, the door at the front of the cabin slid open, revealing three beautiful flight attendants, each with their hair in a professional bun. The first two made their way down the aisles—both on either side of the center seats—ensuring everyone had complied with the captain's disclaimer.
At the front of the cabin, the senior attendant scanned through the seats, making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be before landing.
Occasionally, her deep blue eyes met a passenger's. She'd offer them a small smile before turning her attention to the next seat.
This continued throughout every row. The attendant would scan, nod, and move on with no problem. But when her gaze landed on a pair of empty seats in the central back row, her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed together.
An earlier incident, in which both passengers were caught fooling around in their seats, initially put them on her radar. It wasn't often, but when passengers like them boarded the plane, they were more often than not trouble.
Her eyes shifted to the passenger in the third seat, who had been unfortunate enough to get front row seats to their earlier shenanigans. Fortunately, she arrived in time; otherwise, she feared he would have left a negative review of their airline's scrutiny.
But now his green eyes returned to their prior nature, staying low and absorbed in his book while expending no attention to the world around him. It was his uncomfortable expression earlier that drew the flight attendant's attention in the first place. But looking at him now, it seemed he had moved on.
The muffled sounds of heels punched along the low carpet as the flight attendant made her way towards the back. She passed her co-worker, gave a quick nod, and continued, silently arriving next to the man.
Sensing a presence hovering over him, he popped out both of his earbuds, spilling out chill melodies of what appeared to be lo-fi. The wired bud fell over his maroon sweater while he placed a bookmark in his book and let it sit on his loose black sweatpants. The title read: YOU LIKE IT DARKER. The dust jacket appeared lightly bruised around the corners, but otherwise looked brand new.
When he gazed up, a pair of dark green eyes behind black-rimmed glasses met a pair of brown. The man looked up at the flight attendant, a hint of confusion visible in his gaze. She responded with a practiced smile.
"Mr. Silas, was it?"
She paused, then continued when he gave her a slight nod. "Again, I apologize for the—" she cleared her throat lightly, "—earlier incident."
He unconsciously recalled the couple from earlier; thankfully, she had arrived when she did. Even though his dark-skinned complexion could hide most abnormalities, it was still awkward.
He gazed into her eyes, reassuring her with a small smile.
"It's alright, and Klaus is fine," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "Besides, it's not exactly your fault, is it. They're just an odd couple."
She nodded, letting out a small, genuine laugh, "Very."
Ahem
Her eyes then flickered over to the empty seats next to him before landing back on his. "Speaking of, you wouldn't happen to know where they ran off to? They clearly don't know how to listen and stay in their seats. We are expected to be landing soon."
Klaus shook his head with genuine unknowingness. "I couldn't tell you if I wanted to; I do remember them talking about high mileage or something a little while ago, understandable since gas prices are pretty high out here." He said sincerely.
The flight attendant nodded in agreement, then a flash of realization dawned on her. Her face grew bright red. Something between flustered and annoyance. She took a deep breath to steel her nerves and walked off, not before saying thanks.
Klaus noticed the shift in her attitude as she left and paid no mind. Unbeknownst to him, a couple's plans of joining the Mile High Club in the lavatory was gonna be spoiled partially because of him.
With steady steps, the flight attendant hurriedly made her way towards the lavatory. The sounds of her heels became more impatient as her annoyance reached an all-month high.
"I knew I should've actually kept an extra eye on them," she muttered. "This is what happens when you're tolerant."
She arrived at the lavatory with heavy steps and her hands on her hips. The room was occupied and her suspicions were slightly roused. Yet when she heard a pair of voices—specifically, a man and a woman—speaking in low whispers, it confirmed them.
A loud knock on the door caused the whispers inside to cease immediately. Beyond the door, the blood in both people's bodies ran cold. Another knock on the door, this time louder and accompanied by a voice, awakened them from their stupor.
"Please return to your seats. The airplane will be descending soon, and everyone is to be seated with fastened seatbelts."
Originally shocked, fear took over when the realization set in. The two looked at each other, both sharing the same expression. If either of them were seen in the lavatory together—having sex or not—they would be fined hundreds of dollars each and possibly banned from the airline.
Muffled arguments came from inside, but the attendant couldn't hear them clearly.
Just as she was going to knock again, a hoarse and dry voice came from the other side. "Just give me a moment; I think I ate something bad before getting on, it's whooping my ass right now."
She raised her arm slowly and glanced at the small leather-strapped watch around her wrist.
"You have three minutes," she uttered. "You were already given prior notice of arrival."
A sigh of relief escaped their mouths as their bodies relaxed.
One minute passed.
Then two.
There still weren't any footsteps receding.
"Excuse me," he called out. He was hoping for no answer, but when one came, his teeth clenched instinctively.
"Yes?"
"You don't have to wait for me, you know," he said. It was just loud enough for the flight attendant to hear.
"It's fine, I have time," she responded, her voice sharper than she intended it to be. "Something you don't have the luxury of. One minute."
Passengers like them were one of the minor reasons for her disdain for the job. 'Like, if you really want to join the Mile High Club, go on a hot air balloon or something. Don't come and make my job harder than it needs to be, assholes.'
Panic ensued. With less than a minute to go, their demise appeared imminent. A female's voice was heard clearly as she began bashing the man.
"I told you, fucking dumbass! Why do you always have to think with your dick all the time?!" She yelled. "Club this. Club that. FUCK THE CLUB!"
"OH!? SO NOW IT'S MY FAULT?! IF YOU WEREN'T SO SCARED TO GET ON A HOT AIR BALLOON WE WOULDN'T BE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He shouted with equal aggression.
"Oh, so he did think about it," she muttered with amusement.
The two continued to bicker, drawing attention from the surrounding passengers in the back row, including Klaus.
'I wonder what that's about,' he pondered. The thought didn't linger. He popped his earbud in, diving back into his book.
After a heated argument, the door to the lavatory opened with ample force, revealing an angry blonde. Her face shone a bright shade of red, partly from embarrassment but mostly from frustration.
A pair of black designer shades sat snugly on her scrunched button nose. She wore a pink crop top with the word "HOT" in a lighter pink, and the letter "O" was replaced with a flaming heart. Her denim shorts were unbuckled and unzipped, revealing black lingerie that left little to the imagination. However, she couldn't care less about her attire. Her gaze only focused on the flight attendant in front of her—a scowl on her pink glossed lips.
The flight attendant didn't even bother saying anything about her wardrobe malfunction.
They gazed at each other for only a moment before she stormed off back into her seat.
The man came out afterward. Hefty guy with a black shirt that stretched over his beer belly, wearing blue jeans to match. He wasn't big enough to need two seats, but he definitely passed the 'chubby' stage a long while ago.
Upon exiting, his gaze met the flight attendant's, then traveled south. A subtle glint of hunger and lust clouded his gaze, but his annoyance and sexual frustration snapped his gaze back to hers.
"Who told you we were in there?" he questioned. "I bet it was that book nerd out there," he muttered, anger flaring in his eyes.
It was almost as if that was the only option.
"He didn't need to say anything because I still would've found your two seats empty," she deadpanned, disgusted at his previous gaze. "It's not rocket science."
"It'S nOt RoCkEt ScIeNcE," he mocked under his breath.
The attendant sighed before gesturing back to the seats. "Please return to your seat. We will finish this conversation with the captain after we've landed."
He wanted to retort, but the pairs of eyes on him made his jaw clench in defeat.
Upon arriving at his seat, his eyes flickered toward Klaus, malice evident in his eyes. 'You better not let me catch you off this plane.'
A voice cut through the silence as the blonde girl grabbed his arm, pulling him down into the seat. "Sit down already," she muttered. "Don't make this any worse than it needs to be."
He grumbled something under his breath, but she didn't seem to care. She tried to bury herself in the seat to no avail. Thankfully, his build was big enough to cover one side of her.
Klaus noticed the shifting beside him but chose to ignore it as he flipped a page.