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 our arrival. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened, and your tray tables are upright and locked."
"Thank you."
The speaker cut off, and on cue, the door at the front of the cabin slid open, revealing three beautiful flight attendants. The first two made their way down the aisles—both on either side of the center seats—and ensured 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. Yet instead of shyness, she offered 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 near a familiar face in the central back row, her brows furrowed.
An earlier incident, in which both passengers were fooling around in their seats, initially put them on her radar. It wasn't often, but when passengers like them boarded the plane, they tended to be 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. Thankfully, she arrived in time; otherwise, she feared he would have left a negative review about the scrutiny by their airline.
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. But looking at him now, it was like they were two separate people.
The muffled sounds of heels clacked 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 as he placed a bookmark in his book and closed it. The title read: YOU LIKE IT DARKER, a novel by the famous Stephen King. The dust jacket was lightly bruised around the corners, but otherwise looked brand new.
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 wry smile.
"Mr. Silas, was it?" She paused, then continued when he gave her a slight nod. "I apologize for bothering you again after 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 chuckle, "Very."
Her eyes then flickered over to the empty seats next to him before landing back on his. "Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to know where they went? They're clearly not in their seats, and we are to be landing soon."
Prepared for the question, Klaus shook his head with genuine unknowingness. "I couldn't tell you if I did; I do remember them going towards the back, a little while ago, though." He said sincerely.
A flash of realization dawned on the flight attendant as her face bled a bright red. She took a deep breath before turning towards the back.
Klaus noticed the shift in her attitude and gazed at her backside. 'What's with the change of mood?' he thought.
Unbeknownst to him, two new members of the Mile High Club were having an initiation in the lavatory, and because of him, they were now going to be denied access.
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 we should've kept an extra eye on them," she muttered. "This is what happens when you are lenient."
When she arrived at the lavatory, the room was occupied, slightly arousing her suspicions. Yet when she heard the two familiar voices—specifically, a man and a woman—speaking in low whispers, it confirmed for her that they were them.
A loud knock on the door caused the couple inside to freeze. They were initially shocked, but as the realization set in, fear took over. The moment they were both seen in the lavatory, having sex—or not—they would be fined hundreds of dollars each and possibly banned from the airline.
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."
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 this."
A sigh of relief escaped the man's mouth as his face relaxed. 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 but chose to ignore it as he flipped a page.