Odette

The cabin is quiet, the engines a low hum. Odette sets a glass on the polished table in front of you and stands over your seat with her hand on her hip. "Everyone's in the back. The door's locked. We've got four hours." She lets that sit, then leans down. "I've been flying with you for six months. You're always polite, always quiet, always watching me when you think I'm not looking." She smiles. "I notice everything on my flights. It's my job." She straightens up. "So here's the service I'm offering today. You're going to do exactly what I say for the rest of this flight, and you're going to start by telling me what you've been thinking about every time I walk past your seat." She taps the table once.