Ding
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking."
"We have begun our initial descent into Los Angeles. 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 and shook his head. Thankfully, she had arrived when she did; even if 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."
Prepared for the question, 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." He said sincerely.
The flight attendant pondered for a moment, 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, but paid it 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 swift but steady steps, the flight attendant made her way towards the lavatory. The sounds of her heels became more impatient as her annoyance reached a peak.
"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, black heels displaying her annoyance. The room was occupied and her suspicions were slightly roused. Yet when she heard a pair of familiar voices—specifically, a man and a woman—speaking in low whispers, it confirmed them.
A loud knock on the door caused the voices inside to cease instantly.
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 and in their seatbelts."
Originally shocked, but as the realization set in, fear took over. The moment either of them was 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.
Just as she was going to knock again, a deep and rough voice came from the other side. "Just give me a moment; I think I ate something bad before getting on."
She raised her arm slowly and glanced at the small watch on her wrist. "You have three minutes," she uttered. "You were given prior notice of the arrival."
A sigh of relief escaped the man's mouth as his face relaxed.
One minute passed.
Two minutes.
But confusion took over when he didn't hear the sound of footsteps fading away. "You don't have to wait for me, you know," he grumbled loudly enough for the flight attendant to hear.
"It's fine, I have time," she responded, her voice sharper than she intended it to be. Passengers like them were one of the main reasons for her disdain for her 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 should be.'
Panic echoed through the lavatory as another voice began complaining. This time, her voice was heard clearly as she began bashing her partner.
"I told you, you fucking dumbass! Why do you always have to think with your dick all the time?!" She yelled. "Club this. Club that. MAN 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 yelled with equal aggression.
"Oh, so he did think about it," she muttered with genuine surprise.
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 last before he popped his earbud back in, diving back into his book.
After a heated argument, the door to the lavatory opened with ample force, revealing an angry but extremely hot blonde. Her face shone a bright shade of red, partly from embarrassment but mostly from frustration.
She wore a pair of black shades that sat snugly on her button nose. Her nipples pressed against her tight pink crop top, a tell-tale sign of no bra and sultry activity. Her short-fitting denim jeans, which gave her a wedgie with every step, also left little to the imagination. But she couldn't care less about the riding of her shorts as her gaze focused on the flight attendant in front of her.
They gazed at each other for only a moment before she stormed off back into her seat. The man came out afterward. He was a big guy with a black shirt that stretched over his ever-growing beer belly, wearing blue jeans to match. He wasn't overly huge as to need two seats, but he definitely arrived at the 'chubby' stage a while ago.
His eyes were fixed upon the flight attendant. A subtle glint of hunger and lust clouded his gaze, but his annoyance and sexual frustration outweighed it.
"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—not because they were doing a routine check on the passengers, but because there was a snitch. But that thought didn't seem to cross his mind as he glared at her.
"He didn't need to say anything because I still would've found your two seats empty," she deadpanned. "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."
The chubby man looked around and noticed the eyes on him before clenching his jaw 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, pipsqueak.'
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, you horndog."
He grumbled something under his breath, but she didn't seem to care as she tried to bury herself in the seat, his big physique being big enough to cover one side of her.
Klaus noticed the shifting beside him but chose to ignore it as he flipped a page.