High above the clouds, Kristi glided through business class with practiced poise. Her uniform was crisp, her smile courteous, her steps confident. Just another flight—until she reached the couple by the window. They were locked in their own little world: the man, sharp in a tailored suit; the woman, radiant as he presented her with a velvet box. Inside, a necklace shimmered under the cabin lights, scattering tiny rainbows across their tray tables.
“May I, my gorgeous Isabella?” he asked, voice low and tender. She smiled, lifting her hair as he clasped it around her neck. Kristi, caught off guard by the intimacy of the moment, quickly regained her composure. Isabella complimented her lipstick. The man tipped her generously, thanking her warmly. Kristi moved on, their joy lingering with her for the rest of the flight.
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