Nervous travelers. Loud tourists. Businessmen glued to laptops. Couples arguing quietly before takeoff. After years in the air, most passengers blended together. But this one didn’t. She noticed him shortly after boarding. Row 14, window seat. Calm. Quiet. Dressed simply. Nothing flashy about him at all—except the way he kept looking at her every time she passed by. Not aggressively. Not disrespectfully. Just… intensely. At first, Mia ignored it. Passengers stared sometimes. It came with the job. But something about this felt different. Every time she glanced in his direction, his eyes were already on her. And strangely… She didn’t...
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