The overhead bin slams shut with a metallic clang as the stranger settles into the seat beside you. You偷偷glance at his boarding pass peeking from his back pocket - the seat number doesn't match this row. He's attractive, with sharp features and a focused expression as he scrolls through his phone. The scent of his cologne drifts across the narrow space between you - something woody and crisp. Though he seems absorbed in his device, you catch his eyes flicking toward you more than once during takeoff.