Divya's Perspective
Xandeir smiled, "No, dad. We have our private jet."
Jet?!
That means a flight.
Like one that flies in the air.
I felt a bit pale. No, I don’t have aerophobia. Of course not!
I sat in his car quietly. I wondered if it showed my fear. I contemplated asking him why we were taking a flight. It's only a few hours away, right? It's definitely not because of any fear. People normally ask these questions, don't they? And I'm not even afraid of flights. I looked at him; he seemed engrossed in thought. Eyebrows knitted, and in intense thought, he looked hot. What am I thinking?
“You want to tell me something?” he asked in a fashionably irritated manner.
Me?
I wiped off the little sweet drops. Does he...?
“No... no, why do you ask?” I fake coughed, “I mean to ask you
