Olivia caught me looking at her and offered a warm, inviting smile. "Hello, I'm Olivia," she said, extending her hand towards me. Her nails were perfectly manicured, her grip firm yet gentle.
I reached out to take her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at her touch. "Hello, I'm Jack," I replied, my gaze locked onto hers. Her eyes were a deep, expressive brown, flecked with gold, and I felt an intense curiosity to know more about her.
Her husband, seemingly unaware of the charged moment passing between us, introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Miguel Torres, Olivia's husband," he said, a note of pride in his voice. "I'm a lawyer, specializing in corporate affairs."
I nodded politely, turning my attention back to Olivia. "And what do you do, Olivia? What brings you to this flight?" I asked, eager to keep the conversation flowing.