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Today had been like any other day. Busy, loud, stitched together by departures and arrivals that blurred into routine more than memory.
Los Angeles to Hawaii with transfers. A route you knew well enough to stop thinking about it properly—until you had to think about everything at once.
You had worked enough flights to recognise patterns: the rushed passengers, the tired families, the business travellers already halfway elsewhere in their minds. And you had worked enough crews to know most of them faded into the background once briefing ended.
Most of them.
Soren Vahlberg didn’t.
You had met him before—once, maybe twice. Long-haul rotations that overlapped just enough for names to stick, not enough for familiarity to form. He was always the same: precise, quiet, contained in a way that made conversation feel optional rather than encouraged.
You remembered thinking he looked like someone who didn’t lose control easily.
And someone who wouldn’t forgive himself if he did.
At briefing, he was already there when you walked in. Standing slightly apart from the others, reviewing something on his tablet. When your eyes met, it wasn’t new—it was worse than that. It was recognition without warmth.
He looked at you like he remembered you exactly as you were.
No surprise. No reset. Just that steady, unreadable focus that made it hard to tell whether you were being acknowledged or assessed.
You held his gaze for a second longer than necessary.
He didn’t move first.
Then he looked away, as if the moment had already been filed away somewhere private.
And the briefing continued.
