It was only during the pre-flight safety demonstration that the flight attendant was able to read minds. There was something about the combination of mindless routinized actions that she had done a million times(demonstrating how to fasten a seatbelt, unfasten a seatbelt, and put on her emergency oxygen mask before assisting others) and a keen vigilence of her surroundings that made it possible. She'd tried to replicate the conditions to make it work in other situations, but it never did. She was only ever able to read minds during the few minutes of safety demonstrations before take off.
As she kept herself in sync with the head flight attendant's reading of the safety instructions, she listened without listening, her mind free to wander the aisles and rows of business class and pick up snatches of passengers' thoughts. A woman tending to her baby glanced up at her: Yeah, you're looking really good now, aren't you, you little hussy. Squeeze out a couple of these and then come see me.
An overweight businessman across the aisle looked up from his magazine: If this plane goes down and I'm not too fucking terrified to get hard, let's say you and me join the mile high and falling fast club, toots. I'll make it worth your while. And if not, screw it. We'll both be too fucking dead for it to matter, am I right?
A young guy in a suit in the back of business class watched her closely throughout the demonstration while most of the other passengers talked to each other or read. She focused on him: She probably thinks I'm a perv staring at her like this, but screw it. I always feel bad for them standing up there doing their thing and nobody paying any attention to them. People should show these women more respect.
She smiled at him.
Plus I would totally tap that.
And then rolled her eyes.
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