"Sir, good day. This flight to the 87th satellite has air conditioning running throughout the journey." The beautiful waitress was clearly well-prepared to handle all sorts of pick-up lines.
The young man in front of her looked like a wealthy scion, but his words certainly lacked class.
Not mature enough.
That was the comment the beautiful waitress had about White Hair in her mind.
"Isn't it possible to make special requests in business class?" White Hair scratched his chin. He was indeed quite hot, having worked up a sweat from exercising.
"Uh... sir, you may make requests within the reasonable regulations of the flight, and we will certainly assist wherever we can." The waitress said calmly, emphasizing the word "reasonable."
She internally hoped to date a sophisticated man with taste, not someone like this...
"OK, then get me a fan." With a stylish snap of his fingers, White Hair made a request that startled the waitress.
