[Hazel]
I was one glance away from total doom.
Elisabeth was a few steps from the door, compact in hand, her head half-turned—seconds from reading the name that would ruin everything.
But then—like some corporate knight in an expensive suit—Elijah strode forward.
His pace was fast, sharp, deliberate. He moved straight to the cabin door and positioned himself right in front of the plaque, blocking the name with almost theatrical precision. Without a pause, he slid his ID card through the reader and opened the door with a practiced swoop—smooth and precise, like some high-end doorman trained in luxury customer service.
Elisabeth slowed, her frown deepening as her eyes narrowed at him. Suspicion was practically radiating from her posture.
But Elijah? Cool as ever.
“Customer service,” h
