A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Copter's POV

If it had not been for Fluke's boss, Kim, I would have lagged behind so much because of the difficulty I was having with my luggage. Thankfully Kim was very helpful and attentive to me. It made me wonder why Fluke had made the comment that the reason Kim remained single all this time was because he could not hold down any relationship because of his domineering tendencies. So far I had not observed any indication of that trait, maybe because I was not his employee. But then he did not show any signs of high handedness towards Fluke either, so, I don't know. I will just have to observe him more in the coming days. Wait, why are thoughts running in that direction. It isn't as if I'm interested in Fluke's boss at all.

This is a final boarding call for KLM Royal Dutch Airlines Flight 108 with nonstop service to Amsterdam, all preferred passengers should be on board at this time, Dank u wel.

I felt someone grab my arm.

"Let's go."

I turned to see who was grabbing me.  Kim?

I went along with him because he was pulling my luggage with him.

I noticed Fluke looking at his boss and at me with a raised eyebrow.

I smiled at him sheepishly, feeling just a tiny bit guilty. And then again it wasn't me who was doing the grabbing, so why feel guilty, I told myself.

Kim pushed my luggage into the space above my seat. It turned out that Ohm's and my seats were just opposite across the aisle from Kim's and Fluke's seats but for some reason I noticed Ohm plopping himself down beside Fluke with a big grin so I had no choice but to sit beside Kim.

I noticed Kim raising his eyebrows at Fluke this time. Fluke smiled at Kim sheepishly.

"So we are switching seats now?" he asked Fluke.

"I ... I ... didn't ask him to take your seat," Fluke said, his cheeks growing a dark pink.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kim," Ohm was on his feet instantly. "I was so engrossed in conversation with your personal assistant that I just naturally took the seat beside him. Here, you can take your seat back."

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm fine sitting here beside your personal assistant," Kim said immediately. "It would be good I guess, to get to know him better."

"Sure," Ohm said, looking at me. "Just don't spill any company secrets to my stiff competitor."

For some reason, the word 'stiff' made me blush. I wanted to kill myself for having my thoughts go in the direction of the gutter.

Kim must have noticed my feeling of discomfort because he smiled at me and then, maybe just to break the ice, he asked, "So what do you do in your spare time?"

"I like listening to music," I replied without hesitation. It was true. I love music. Music was in my heart. Music was in my soul.

"What kind of music?" he wanted to know.

"I have a very eclectic taste," I informed him.

"Okay, but whose music do you usually listen to?" he was asking as if he was really interested in knowing more about me.

"Songs by Bruno Mars, Sam Smith, also local artists like Scrubb," I replied.

From the corner of my eye I could see him nodding his head slowly, as if digesting the information thoroughly.

Just then I heard the plane's engines roar as it started to take off. I instinctively grabbed Kim's hand and squeezed it tightly, my eyes closed and saying a brief prayer for our safety.

As the plane started to go on an even motion, Kim leaned towards me and whispered, "You can let go of my hand now. I need to give it back some of its circulation."

I let go of his hand immediately, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"Oh no, no, no, it's fine," he said with a smile. "I like it when you hold my hand, just not that tight and not for a long time because you were starting to cut off my circulation."

I expressed my apology once more just as a flight attendant approached us with their food and drinks trolley.

We had a choice of ham and cheese croissants or banana walnut muffins.

I chose the banana walnut muffin while Kim chose the ham and cheese croissant.

Then Kim turned to me and asked, "Coffee, tea, or me?"

It was the oldest flight attendant joke but it still managed to make me blush, coming from Kim.

"Coffee, please," I replied. "With cream and sugar," I added.

I noticed that Kim also chose coffee but he drank it black.

I noticed right away our differences in food and drink preferences. I wondered then what kind of music he enjoyed, if he even enjoyed music at all.

Then my thoughts went in the direction of my boss, Ohm. I had been so used to preparing his coffee. He liked his coffee just the way I liked it, with cream and sugar.

Instinctively I stood up to go to my boss's position in the plane.

"Where are you going?" Kim asked.

"I was going to fix coffee for my boss," I replied.

"There's no need for you to do that," Kim said, with some kind of grimness in his tone. "My personal assistant seems to enjoy doing it for him."

I did notice that Fluke was happily doing the task for Ohm and Ohm seemed to be enjoying the service he was getting. Fluke, you better not be trying to swipe my job.

"Sit back down and relax and enjoy the coffee I fixed for you," Kim said to me with a smile, as if trying to soothe my ruffled feathers.

Wait, the opposite just happened. It was Fluke's boss who had prepared coffee for me, someone else's personal assistant. I shook my head in confusion.