He glanced around—nothing too flashy, just sleek and modern. Each seat had its own screen, tray table, and enough buttons to make you feel like you were driving a spaceship. The air smelled faintly of leather and some kind of expensive citrus. A flight attendant stopped by, smiling warmly.
"Mr. Black, can I get you something? Champagne? A snack?"
"Nah, I'm good," he said, giving her a polite nod. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Actually, water's cool."
She disappeared to grab it, and Parker leaned over to peek at Ere. She was all-comfortable enjoying the luxury, he got his water afterwards.
As the engines roared to life, Parker let out a breath, feeling the slight rumble under his feet. He adjusted his seatbelt, stealing one last glance out the window as LA shrank below.
