"Spill!" After they finished their round, Isla cornered her best friend while waiting for the passenger to have breakfast.
Rose, her best friend Isla, and their other colleague were indeed among the youngest and most accomplished flight attendants, having excelled in their training and exams to secure prestigious positions in the first-class cabin.
Despite their youth, the three women proved themselves more than capable, with sharp minds, natural beauty, and impeccable professionalism. They were the envy of many of the more senior flight attendants, who couldn't help but admire their talents. The pilots were certainly not immune to the charms of these young, intelligent beauties. Rose, Isla, and their friend were frequently pursued, though Rose tended to be more reserved and less inclined to engage in flirtations.
It was no surprise, then, that Isla had managed to capture the attention of one of the pilots, Chantana. The two had been secretly dating for over a year before finally going public with their relationship. Whenever Chantana was piloting a flight, Isla was sure to be the stewardess attending to the first-class passengers.
Rose isn't the type of person who's easy to fall for; she's the quiet type. However, she can turn into someone different at work. She's good at lip service, flirting, and praising someone. But behind her apartment's door, she loves to immerse herself in books, watch the news, do yoga, charge her energy with me, and sometimes she goes to the girls' night out with her friends. She never takes the first action but dislikes it when people are too aggressive with her.
"She's a pro." Rose buried her face in her bright red palm, remembering the morning incident inside the first-class bathroom for passengers.
"Wow, I thought my girlfriend was already over the top with her teasing method."
"This one is in a different league than me; I can't."
"Can't what?" The husky voice belongs to the hot doctor who makes Rose's stomach flip upside down. "I was wondering if I could have your number, Belle?" At this point, Rose is willing to get inside the room with the latter and get pinned down all night long.
"Come here," Rose still face-palmed herself; she didn't want to let Rayleigh see her face, but she gave the latter her hands and gave Rayleigh her smartphone, "Here, to open." She provides her thumb, letting the doctor do whatever she wants and take whatever she needs.
"Here, I put my number inside your phone."
"Give me yours." She still can't see Rayleigh's face; it was usually Rose who was third wheeling between her and Chantana. It's really amusing; no wonder Rose loves to tease her, so this is how Rose feels whenever she's become a hot mess around Chantana.
After she types her name and phone number inside Rayleigh's phone, the doctor kneels and says, "Let's see your beautiful face."
Even Isla couldn't hold her excitement; she took her phone out and recorded everything. Flustered Rose is a new thing; Rayleigh isn't coming at her aggressively; Rayleigh is just being Rayleigh. Rose looks at her while biting her lower lips; her breathing is becoming erratic. Seeing the beautiful blond doctor kneeling before her does things to her stomach.
"God, you're so beautiful, Isabelle." Rose can't say anything else; she loves it when people call her beautiful, but this particular woman makes everything coming from her mouth sound like a love song. She didn't try to kiss Rose; she took her hand and gave a deep, longing kiss on Rose's palm. "After my symposium is done, can I take you on a date? Or are you going to go abroad again?"
"No, I'll have three days off." She answered softly.
"Great. I'll see you in Bangkok later." Then Rayleigh walks back to her seat.
"She called you Isabelle?" Isla screams in a whisper once Rayleigh disappears from their eyes. She knows the only one called Rose is Isabelle's late father; they have been friends since high school.
"Yes, Belle, mostly. I can't, oh my God. Her voice, Lord." She fanned herself; the cabin temperature was supposed to be comfortable, but she felt hot all over her body.
"You're helpless, Rose."
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The Thailand Police and ambulance were already waiting when the plane finally landed at Suvarnabhumi International Airport in Bangkok, Thailand. People were asked for their testimony, and the ambulance quickly checked on the injured. They were surprised to see that the wound was tended to perfectly. Having a surgeon on a flight can save someone's life. Rayleigh and the stewardess were asked for testimony from the police, and Rose sent the video she took when Rayleigh was giving first aid to the injured. The police now detain the person who stabbed the wounded. It'll be in Thailand's headline news soon; Rayleigh's face will be all over the media.
A car was supposed to pick her up at the airport, but she didn't see anyone have her name on a board or paper waiting for her. She called the team in Bangkok to make sure, but they told her a car and a driver had already picked her up; the team had undoubtedly told them to write her name. She was told to wait while they called the driver.
"Wait." Rose was about to get into the car when she saw blond hair in the crowd. She was tall, so it was easy to recognize her. She looks confused and keeps looking at her phone. "Can you wait a bit? I need to help her."
Rose points at the tall, blond doctor in the crowd. The stewardess is always picked up by the company's car; however, ever since she dated one of the famous pilots, she always gets into the pilot's car unless they don't have a flight together. The other stewardess smirked at Rose, knowing something was fishy.
Half-running, she goes to Rayleigh and asks, "What happens? What are you waiting for?"
Rayleigh feels incredibly relieved when she hears the sweet voice she loves so much these last hours. "Belle, I can't find the driver who is supposed to pick me up. The hotel said they made sure to write my name on the paper. But I don't see my name."
She scans into the crowd while letting the doctor hold her hand. And she read that Rayleigh's name was written in a messy Thai character; no wonder she can't find her name. "This is ridiculous; whoever is in charge of picking you up is messing with you."
"What? Why?"
"Your name was written in Thailand's character, quite messy too." She pulls Rayleigh to follow her and asks the middle-aged man in their native language, "That's doctor Rayleigh Mackenzie, right?"
"Ah yes, it was so difficult for me to write."
"Which hotel are you going to?" Rose asks Rayleigh.
"The Okura Prestige Bangkok." After Rayleigh answers her, she asks the man, and he finds the same answer as the doctor.
"He's your driver, babe." The stewardess realized something: "I mean, doctor Ray."
"Babe, sounds perfect. Thanks, sweetheart."
"Okay, I'll go first; the car was already waiting."
"I'll take you there; can you help me tell him that I'll wait for him to pick me up at the departure hall?" Rose didn't answer; she quickly told him, and he understood.
After that, they walk hand in hand to Rose's car. The three stewardesses inside the car squeak when they see the beautiful doctor on their flight walking hand in hand with their coworker. "Damn, she's quick."
"That was fast."
"No wonder Isla has been teasing her all day."
"To get a doctor on a flight, that's Rose Isabelle Jenisen." They laugh out loud, especially when the doctor gives her a peck on the cheek.
"Ohoooooooo..." The three of them were squealing when Rose got inside the car.
"Shut up, girls."