He looked up from signing the last form, and there she was.
“Ready? Shots are waiting,” she said anxiously.
He smiled. “Yeah, almost.” He scratched out his signature at the bottom of the current page and flipped to the next. “Hey, so, out of curiosity, how extensive is a flight attendant’s medical training, really?” Leena, the head flight attendant, had been so flustered it just made him wonder. While on the other hand, Preeya had been so grounded, focused, capable, “on it.”
“The basics, of course. And annual re-certs. But, you know, we don’t have medical incidents too often.” She knocked on the wooden bar counter. “Take Leena. She’s been an FA for some twenty years, and this was her first major incident.” She paused in thought. “And here I thought I was getting into the most chill and fun job ever.” She snorted. “After pre-med undergrad and then a year in the MD Program at Stanford, I dropped out. Just too much serious for me.”
“Wow.” He nodded slowly while processing this new information. A new side to this intriguing woman. “Huh.” He collected the forms from the table. “And now…a flight attendant?”
No answer. Just a quick glance before she turned to the bar for her next shot, which had actually been his next shot, and without waiting for him to join her, she shrugged and slammed the liquid back.
The sudden shift in her mood, undeniable.
Maybe from his question?
“It’s four thirty and the Jetta Air rep will be back at five. Let me go bring these docs to the front desk, then I’ll resume the shot-a-thon.” He pushed his chair back and stood, holding the pile of papers to his chest. Keeping the clear separation between the docs and the liquor—while giving Preeya some space and time to unwind again—were both good ideas.
He glanced at her and smirked as she brought yet another shot to her lips.
She jutted out her chin. “Hey, I’m not on the clock,” she blurted defensively.
“I’m not…saying anything. I’ll, uh, be back to join you…if there’s any left.”
Through his teasing laughter she glared at him for a beat, then pursed her lips. He’d surprised her with his flippant comment. She clearly didn’t know how to take him. “You know flight attendants only get paid when the doors are closed and the plane engines are on?”
“I did not know that.” She was getting sloshed.
And he was getting anxious and hot and excited and short of breath. “Be back.”
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