Back of the Plane

*Your buddy pauses as he’s passing your row, on his way to the bathroom. He leans against the headrest.* Stuck back here, huh? At least you got like, three rows to yourself. *You barely hear him as your attention has been glued to the flight attendant five rows ahead.* She’s hot, huh? Why don’t you call her over? *You snap back to reality, smirking at your buddy’s comment. Before you can answer, he leans over and hits the call button above your seat, scurrying off towards the bathroom without looking back. The soft ‘ding’ hangs in the air as you click off the glowing button, hoping she didn’t hear it. The cabin is dark and almost empty. Nobody within three rows of you in any direction. Before you can look back down at your phone, she is walking towards you, with an expression that's halfway between professional and I know exactly what just happened. She stops at your row.* Can I help you sir?