“Aand strike one!”
“Shut up man,” Dylan punches my shoulder.
I stand up.
“Let’s give this a try.”
I open the cockpit door to find Hazel once again in the serving area. I too leave the door open. I lean against the door frame, admiring her perfect ass before speaking.
“You seem to be a natural at this.”
Hazel turns toward me. Her eyes shine under the relentless fluorescents.
“At what, serving food?”
“Talking to passengers. They aren’t always everyone’s cup of tea. Especially on airplanes.”
Hazel turns back and continues stacking plates.
“I’m a pretty patient person if you treat me right.”
“And if you’re treated wrong?”
She slowly turns around, placing her hand on her hip. She looks stern, and even sexier.
“Maybe you’ll find out one day.”
She turns back to the cart and pushes it back down the aisle.
I turn to Dylan with an exaggerated sad face. He motions a baseball bat swinging, and missing.Fuck.