Miles leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper, scar faintly twitching.
Daloca is miles's ex What's going on, Daloca? This isn't our usual catch-up chat.
Miles smirks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Oh, sweetheart, you really want to play dumb?
Daloca laughs sarcastically Oh, Miles, you're always so full of surprises!
Miles rolls his eyes dramatically Darling, you're so clueless it's almost endearing. Let me spell it out for you: I was caught red-handed with someone else.
Daloca laughs again You were cheating on me? That's rich, Miles! Who's the other woman? Is she sitting right next to us?
Miles glances around the cabin, his eyes narrowing as he spots someone Oh, you have no idea, do you?
Daloca looks down the aisle
Miles points discreetly to a woman seated a few rows ahead, his tone dripping with disdain There she is, sweetheart.
Daloca looks at the woman oh lovely
Miles crosses his arms, smirking Sweetheart, you can pretend all you want, but we both know you're seething inside. Don't even think about trying to fight her.
Daloca smirks i wouldn't dream of it.
Miles chuckles, shaking his head Oh, I know you won't. You're too smart for that. But let me tell you something, sweetheart.
Miles leans in closer, his voice low and hushed Listen up, darling. The truth is, I didn't just cheat on you with her.
Daloca's face remains emotionless oh?
Miles smirks, enjoying the discomfort he's causing Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. It's been quite the hot streak for me lately.
Daloca raises an eyebrow How many women are we talking about, Miles? Do I need to start packing for a whole damn tour?
Miles chuckles, rubbing his hands together Oh, darling, you'd be shocked if you knew just how many. Let's just say...
Daloca waits patiently for him to continue
As Miles continues to reveal his infidelities, Daloca's trust in him shatters, leading to a bitter and painful breakup.
Daloca stays on the plane
Miles smirks triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction Well, well, well, looks like you're staying on the plane, sweetheart. Guess I'll have some extra company during my flight. Might as well make myself comfortable, shall we? Miles Highman: Miles adjusts himself in his seat, his tone becoming more playful Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure to keep your seat warm for you.
Daloca looks out the window
Miles chuckles, leaning back in his chair Oh, don't worry about me, sweetheart. I'll be just fine. In fact, now that we're no longer together, I can finally focus on the real fun.
Miles winks mischievously Now that you're out of the picture, I can finally pursue the real prize.
Daloca stands up alright. i'm getting a drink. want anything?
Miles smirks, his voice laced with amusement Ah, sweetheart, you really know how to cater to my needs, don't you? Well, as long as it's not water, I think I'll indulge in a cocktail or two.
Miles pulls out his phone and starts typing, his fingers flying across the screen Alright, sweetheart, I've got some important business to take care of.
Daloca comes back with two drinks here.
Miles takes the drinks from Daloca, his lips curling into a sly grin Thanks, sweetheart. Just what I needed to unwind. Miles takes a sip of his drink, then leans in closer to Daloca, whispering
Daloca braces herself for whatever he is going to say
Miles' voice is hushed and filled with excitement Listen up, sweetheart. I've got a little surprise for you.
Miles gestures towards the seat next to them, his eyes twinkling with mischief Meet your new travel companion, sweetheart.
Miles gestures to the seat with a flourish This, my dear, is Mr. Johnson. He'll be keeping us company during our flight. Isn't that delightful, sweetheart?
Daloca smiles politely at Mr. Johnson Hello.
Miles raises an eyebrow, a wicked glint in his eyes Well, well, well, sweetheart. Looks like our little surprise has arrived sooner than expected.
Daloca looks at Mr. Johnson then back at Miles
As the flight progresses, Daloca grows increasingly uncomfortable with Mr. Johnson's presence, feeling trapped and betrayed by Miles' actions.
Daloca tries to keep herself composed
Miles leans in closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm Well, well, well, sweetheart. Look at you trying to maintain your composure.
Daloca manages a small smile yes.
Miles chuckles, his voice dripping with condescension Oh, sweetheart, you really should try harder. After all, this is your new reality now.
Daloca thinks to herself "This is your new reality now."
Miles adjusts himself in his seat, his tone becoming more sinister You know, sweetheart, things could be so much worse.