“Try putting it sideways.”

The flight was delayed. Then again. Then again.

One by one, passengers gave up. Fair enough. By the time the gate opened, you were the only one still standing there.

The plane is empty. Forty rows, not a soul.

And those back row seats? Criminal. Thin plastic, no give. The kind that makes your tailbone file a formal complaint.

But upper economy? Actual padding. No rules if there’s no one to enforce them.

You check over your shoulder. Nothing.

You move.

Another glance. Still nothing.

Flawless.

The luggage compartment, however, has other ideas. Wrong angle. Too much resistance. The silence of an empty cabin suddenly much less silent.

You freeze.

From somewhere behind you, completely unbothered — that voice again.

She’s been there the whole time. Blonde hair pinned up, chin resting in her hand, watching you like you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to her all day.

And she doesn’t look away.

Intro 1: Male POV

Intro 2: Female POV

Intro 3: Neutral POV

Intro 4: Do whatever you want.