***James***
I check my watch. It has only been half an hour into our flight to Marseilles, and I am experiencing a bit of cramp in my leg.
"I am booking our next trip," I mutter to Serena. She looks at me apologetically.
"Im sorry. This flight was so cheap, and it was from a small, somewhat discreet airport...and that's because it's a really shitty airline with the shittiest seats known to man," she replies.
"I understand. But if it is the cost that concerns you, I can make sure we can get the best of both worlds next time," I tell her. The stewardess is coming towards us with the food cart, so I grab the menu out of the seat pocket in front of me.
"Want anything?" I ask Serena. She looks at me happily.
"You?" she says sweetly.
"Cute. I meant food," I clarify.
"Oh...any random sand
