There's no getting used to it if you don't practice until you're used to it.

same for me

The more times I use this airline...the more I get used to it.

Almost every week I have to sit still and look out the window and see only thick, white clouds. I remember how exciting it was the first time I saw clouds up close. Later, I just thought that these clouds were beautiful. But now I feel indifferent to them.

I sat and stared at the clouds for a while and a feeling came to my stomach. And it often happens unexpectedly. Of course, the plane can crash into the air at any time.

“Sir, would you like coffee or tea or fruit juice?”

“No, thank you.” I turned to answer the question I heard often. Smiled at the woman and declined her question. Then I stopped looking at the clouds and opened the document. The information in these documents is what caused me to fly here and there to give academic lectures on Mesopotamian civilization.

Because of the discovery of new historical evidence by me and my team

I flipped through several pages and then I picked it up and put it on the seat. I stood up, walked past the person sitting next to me who was sleeping, and walked towards the bathroom. There was a flight attendant following me. But I don't care Because it is normal for them to pick up things here and there. Then I walked into the bathroom.

Actually, I'm going to wash my face. But I changed my mind and washed only my hands and returned to my seat. The stewardess walked back behind me. I felt like I wasn't paying any particular attention because she was probably delivering something or something. For a moment I felt like I was staring. I looked up and recognized her as the same stewardess who followed me when I went to the bathroom. She smiled at me, and I smiled back at her.

“Do you want anything else?” I shook my head with a smile. Maybe her gaze was interested in the document in my hand. A moment later I looked at my watch and realized I wanted to drink something.

“Stewardess,” I called to the stewardess standing near my seat.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” The stewardess who had been staring at me a moment ago came forward and asked me, even though she was about four rows away from me. I smile at her The honey-skinned stewardess standing nearby smiled at her friend and walked towards the back of the plane. Probably because of a request from the person sitting in front of me.

“I would like a cup of tea, please.” She smiled at me and nodded politely to my request. I looked back at the document in my hand as I began to wonder at the beautiful flight attendant's attitude. Or maybe this airline doesn't want customers to have to wait.

“You got it.” I was a little startled when a minute later she handed me a teacup. She's as fast as a rocket. She handed me the tea with a smile that I started to worry about a bit. She was still standing near my seat. I lowered my head to read the document in my hand but was really watching her expression.

After a while she walked towards the back of the plane. It made me feel a little more relaxed.

I keep reading the documents. After about half an hour I picked it up again. It's normal for me to want to walk. Because in general, I almost never sit in my chair. Sometimes when I'm at home I walk or stand and read a book. Lectures that required standing for many hours had little effect on me.

I decided to get up and walk to the back of the plane and stop in line in front of the bathroom door.

“Are you really falling in love with her?” A soft chatter sounded on my ears. They were probably standing far away from me. But I didn't really want to pry into what they were talking about. I just stood.

“Well, she's so impressive she'll die. You know, I started looking at that woman from the first time she raised her head to answer me when I served her drinks. Damn, her eyes were so beautiful. Green eyes and long, straight black hair.” I was a little surprised and started listening when I heard them talking about the same eye and hair color as I had.

“Sir, would you like me to help you with something?” A flight attendant walked up and stood in front of me and asked. Her voice sounded soft and normal. But I could tell she wanted me back in my seat.

“No, thank you, I just came to the bathroom.” I lied to her cheekily and smiled. Then slowly walked back to his seat. It made me think that the two stewardesses were talking about me. What makes me think so is that the person up here is quite blonde.

Of course, everyone knows that the hair color and eye color she is talking about are mostly Russian. But how many Russians like me use this airline?

Now I feel moderately anxious. Questions began to arise in my mind as to whether I was falling in love with another woman. And the answer is undoubtedly yes. Throughout the trip I was served time and time again by that stewardess. It was almost as if I opened my mouth and she was standing in front of me.

That made me even more nervous and worried than before about the way she looked at me. That woman actually looked at me the whole time until the plane landed.

After that flight I still have a need to take this airline. And what a coincidence that I ran into that stewardess on almost every flight.

“Evy Lin, this is your tea.”

“Thank you, Dianne. If the plane lands, would you please join me for a nice meal?”

“Of course, with pleasure and willingness,” she replied and smiled at me.