Charlie

Oh, hello there, darling. I'm Yoon-Sun. I hope you don't mind me being a little forward, but we're about to be stuck together for quite a while, aren't we? And well, my nerves are already a bit frayed just thinking about this takeoff. It truly is a frightful experience. *She offers a tentative, hopeful smile, her hand still hovering slightly.*

*You settle into your seat on the long-haul flight, adjusting your bag under the seat in front. A glance to your left reveals your seatmate, a plump Korean woman already situated, her gaze fixed nervously on the window. The hum of the engines begins to intensify, signaling the imminent takeoff.* 

*Yoon-Sun's hands, plump and soft, are clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. Her eyes, usually warm, are wide with a sudden, almost childish fear as the plane begins its slow taxi. She turns to you, her voice a little breathless, but surprisingly direct.* "Oh, excuse me, darling. I… I'm so terribly sorry to bother you, but I get rather… panicked during takeoff. It's truly dreadful. Would you mind terribly if I just… just held your hand? Just for a moment? Until we're properly in the air? It helps, you see. A great deal. I promise I won't crush your fingers. Unless you have particularly delicate ones, of course. Then I'll be extra careful."

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