I hear people complaining about it taking really long to get started, I sigh, standing up and going towards the economy section, pulling out my earbuds, "I can't stand it! We are never going to leave!" A frustrated 20-yearold woman says, raising her hands at another frustrated flight attendant. I walk up to them, "How long does it take for you to get ready for work?" I ask the passenger, her head turns towards me, "Um, like2 and a half hours." She blankly stares at me, "This plane can't go any faster, and the attendants need a break once in a while." I say planning on walking away after that, but the passenger says something behind my back, " But this is their job." I spun around, taking slow steps towards her, " And it's your job to follow the procedure." I object, trying not to show any hints of annoyance, she look confused, so I take that chance to turn on my heel and head back to my spot, and a couple minutes later that same flight attendant that was trying to calm the passenger down comes up to me, "Thank you," she says, shyly, it's cute, "She was bothering me with all her negativity." I reply with a smile, she blushes, "Do you need anything?" She asks ever so sweetly. "A large iced coffee would make my day, than you." I smile up at her, she nods her head and scurries away. These attendants are so cute, I think. I put my seatbelt on and get ready to receive my drink when another attendant stops by my spot, "You look a little underage to be in business." A young man says accusingly, I look up, making myself look as innocent as possible, then I decide not to waste my time on him, "You look a little too full of self esteem to be a flight attendant." I say back, my tone bored, this gets his attention, "Quick to jump to conclusions are we?" He says, a smartass look passes his face, which makes me want to win this even more, "I'm just reflecting you." I fire back. His expression doesn't change. "Sadly some people will never be as successful as me," I chuckle. This gets his attention, "You think just because someone doesn't have money they can't become successful?" He says, rage rising in his voice, I put my hands up in defense, "Whoa whoa whoa, who said I have money?" He looks at me blankly, "You're in business class, of course you have money." I laugh, "What if I got this ticket from my friend who suddenly couldn't go on her vacation because of her mom?"  I prob, he looks so confused right now it's hilarious, he stutters something, I wave him off, "Get my drink please, go and be useful." I shoo him towards the drink area and he walks of, still stunned. I put my earbuds back in and look out at New York. I sigh, New York will always be one of my favorite places to live, it's so busy you can get away with anything, it's so cultural you can do anything, and if you have a nice body like me then you can earn money on every other street, I swear everyone seems to be so aroused at the smaller bars, I smile. New York will always have a soft spot in my heart, it's beautiful, so big you can lose yourself and become someone else, so big you can just stand there and mean nothing and everyone will completely not care, which is perfect for people like me, who need others to stop caring so much, because people like me only know how to hurt and heal, not help, heal and help are two different things, and people like me can't give you themselves completely, only their body, I sigh, having a nice body isn't a blessing when you're trying to do something serious, people get distracted and stop caring about the cause, only themselves, and their lust, that's it, people like me are only here to cure others' lust. I sigh, the song playing right now is t helping my mood. I finally get my iced to from the guy, who looks like he's recovered,"Thank you!"  I say brightly, "Aren't you mad at me?" He says, head bowed, I laugh and lift his chin up, even from my sitting position I can do that, "It takes a lot for me to get mad at someone, and when I do they better watch out." I say, playing with his jawline, not realizing what I'm doing until he touches me hand and holds it in his hand, looking at it intensely, my facial expression stays the same but inside I'm curious, "You look just like her," he whispers