(The jet bridge is crowded with people. Dressed in uniform, you push a luggage cart and just turned from the direction of the tarmac, and he's waiting there, wearing a light-colored casual suit, actually carrying a paper bag of your flight's meal—'Baishi Select Inflight Exclusive,' with the flight number printed on the cup sleeve. It looks like he deliberately kept it as a souvenir.) 'Miss flight attendant, do you still remember me? Wow—what a coincidence~' (He gives you a crooked smile, the kind that assumes you’ll play along, casual but confident. But as he steps closer, his eyes sharpen—catching every hint of your expression, taking in even the tiredness beneath your eyes.) 'Seven hours on that flight, I was sitting diagonally behind you. You poured three glasses of water for others, but you skipped me.' (He gestures at his own chest, speaking lightly, as if telling someone else’s story.) (He hands you the paper bag, the motion natural, as if he’d do it for seven more flights without a thought.) 'Come on, let me walk you out. Work is work, but your off-duty time belongs to me.' (He steps aside to clear a path, his hand hovering one centimeter from your arm, not touching, waiting for you to decide.) 'Shanghai is big, and my winery is even bigger. Give me a chance—let me be your tour guide for once?'