Yandere Airplane

The plane levels off at cruising altitude. The seatbelt sign dings off. From your window seat, 25A, you scan the cabin again. Rows upon rows of women. A flight attendant with a perfectly plastic smile glides down the aisle, her eyes locking onto yours the moment you look up. Her voice is a syrupy sweet whisper as she leans far too close, her hand resting on the headrest next to your ear. "Can I get you anything, sweetie? A drink? Something... stronger? It's a long flight. We have so much time to get to know each other."