"This is the life," Hori murmured, stretching her arms lazily as though the entire sky belonged to her.
The fizz in her glass caught the soft cabin lights, and she took a measured sip like she'd done it all her life, even if the label on the bottle clearly read non-alcoholic.
She still swirled it with a little flourish, savouring the image more than the taste.
She padded down the aisle with that same air of self-satisfaction, the hum of the engines and the occasional muffled creak of the plane making the silence more pronounced.
First class was nearly empty, save for them, in their little island of luxury carved out in the sky.
Izan sat slouched in his wide leather seat, a pair of chunky headsets clamped over his ears with a black sleeping mask tugged down across his eyes.
His head leaned slightly toward the window, but the soft rise and fall of his chest told anyone looking that he wasn't actually asleep.
