March 27th, 1991
Night flight from SIN – LHR
Crew rest as we wing our way back to the UK, with Richard at the helm.
“He sounds much posher on the PA, dontchathink?” Andy asked, while I was in First Class pinching some chocolate biscuits.
“He does, actually.”
Andy’s cheeky grin filled his face.
“Nowt,” he said, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender.
“I know you better than that. What is it?”
“At the risk of stating the obvious, I have to say, Richard really likes you.”
I felt the flush rise in my cheeks. “That obvious, huh?”
“How many times has he gone down the back to see you?”
“Twice,” I mumbled, not daring to look at him.
“Once is serious, twice is unheard of and-”
I swiftly kicked Andy’s foot as Richard came through the curtain into the galley.
“Karen’s already nicked all the good biscuits,” Andy laughed.
“I can see that,” Richard grinned.
“I’m happy to share,” I said, holding out the plate.
“Actually, I was going to grab some and bring them down to you,” Richard said, matter of factly. “Seems you beat me to it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andy trying to get my attention but there was no way I could look at him without laughing.
“Do you mind if I join you for a cup of tea?” Richard asked.
“Not at all,” I said. “But I need to get back so we’ll have to slum it in the economy galley.”
“Of course,” Richard uttered, holding open the curtain. I turned to Andy and gave him a, “Don’t you dare say a word!” look, to which he responded by holding up three fingers.