Torin gave a fake smile. “Sorry, forgot my headphones. Guess we’ll all enjoy it together.”

My hands tightened on the armrest. “Torin, please,” I said. “This isn’t fair to everyone.”

He turned to me, eyes gleaming. “Oh, am I bothering you? That must be awful.”

Before I could reply, crumbs showered my lap. Torin was eating pretzels like it was a sport, scattering more on me than in his mouth.

“Oops,” he said, smirking. “Clumsy me.”

I was about to lose my patience when I heard a giggle from the aisle. There was Vespera, Torin’s new bride, looking smug as could be.

“Is this seat taken?” she purred, plopping onto Torin’s lap.

I’m no prude, but their behavior was outrageous. Giggling, whispering, and… other noises. It was like being stuck in a cheap romance movie with no escape.

I tried focusing on my book, the inflight movie, even the safety card—anything to ignore the lovebirds. But after an hour, I’d had enough.

“That’s it,” I muttered, waving down a flight attendant. It was time to fight back.

As the stewardess approached, Torin and Vespera put on a sickly-sweet act, all lovey-dovey.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” the attendant asked, eyeing our row.

I took a deep breath. “Oh, where do I begin?” I said, loud enough for others to hear. “These two have turned this flight into their personal honeymoon suite.”

The stewardess raised an eyebrow, glancing at the cuddling couple.