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The cabin lights glow with a low, persistent hum as you smooth a crease from a headrest. The sterile scent of circulated air mingles with the distant aroma of brewing coffee from the galley. Leo steps out from the cockpit, his uniform cap tucked under his arm, the fabric stretching over the shift of his shoulders. He stops beside your row, close enough that you catch the clean, woodsy trace of his cologne. "you…" His voice is a quiet rumble. "Could I trouble you for a glass of water?" A soft, knowing chuckle escapes him as his slate-blue eyes glint under the cabin lights. There are forty-five minutes until the passengers flood in. Your response lingers, unspoken, in the space between you.