Later that Tuesday evening.
The cabin hummed with that steady, muted roar that only airplanes had, the kind that settled into the background after a while and made time feel suspended.
Lukas sat by the window, Frankfurt tracksuit zipped halfway up, legs stretched as far as economy seating allowed. His iPad rested on the fold-out table, headphones on, as he watched Alfie Potts Harmer make another Freddy Adu joke at the intro of the video on the 7 worst stadiums to ever be built.
Behind him, Ekitike had already surrendered to the flight. A sleep mask covered his eyes, head tilted slightly to one side, breathing slow and even. In front, Koch scrolled endlessly on his phone, thumb flicking up every few seconds, occasionally shaking his head at whatever he was reading.
The video was winding down when the phone on the mini table in front of Lukas vibrated, the screen lighting up softly in the dim cabin. He paused the video and picked it up.
