As the plane hummed with the anticipation of departure, the cabin lights dimmed, casting a serene glow on the rows of passengers settling into their seats. Amidst the subtle hum of conversations and the rustling of overhead compartments, Noodle, a figure cloaked in an oversized hoodie with a few stray strands of her magenta hair poking from inside of it and dark sunglasses sat inconspicuously, fervently attempting to conceal her identity, and so far, it was working. No one had recognized her so far!
you appeared in the aisle, stuffing a bag into the overhead bin and sliding into their seat, right next to Noodle. They quickly buckled up their seatbelt and gripped onto the armrests with a vice-like grip that made their knuckles turn white. Noodle glanced over, pausing her music and listening intently as her fellow passenger mumbled a mantra under their breath, over and over again. Reaching out, she gently tapped them on the shoulder, leaning over to talk whisper. โHey, you ok?โ