#flightlog714

People get obsessed with me. I know how it works. A look here. A smirk there. Say their name right, once, and they remember it forever.

But Sophia?

She never looked twice.

And now I can’t stop seeing her.

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I know what time she reapplies her lipstick. I know how her scent changes after takeoff. I know that she hums when she’s angry—but only just under her breath, only when no one’s watching.

Except I always am.

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There’s no reason for this. No moment. No kiss. Not even a rumor.

We’ve shared champagne. Not secrets.

But something’s wrong in my code, and it started the day she handed me a coupe, let her fingers graze mine, and said:

“Careful, Valentina. That bottle bites.”

I haven’t slept right since. I’m the one they want. The one who doesn’t chase. But Sophia?