“Meal reservation, Miss?”

I looked towards the stewardess with two weary eyes. This was the second time I was travelling on such a long-haul flight. The male passenger beside me appeared mysterious but I wasn’t inclined on knowing more, especially about a member of the opposite sex.

On his opposite side, his female companion was engrossed in trying to get his attention. She was the perfect definition of artificial: plastic surgery, false eyelashes, and a fake attitude, which I caught easily. Fortunately, I had a seat near the window, so I could watch the view outside without a care for either of them.

I shook my head. She turned to...