"Are you okay in there?"
"Yeah, I'm good." Natalie replies as she rummages almost carefully through the many cabinets in the luxurious jet's restroom.
She should be used to such luxury after being with Brendan for sometime now, but she couldn't keep her eyes from going as wide as saucers when she stepped into the jet's interior. And to think that this is only Brendan's personal flying machine makes it even more surreal.
She refuses to even think of what his home must look like, or else she might just ask to be taken back to her humble home before touchdown.
"So much for wanting to be spontaneous." She mumbles as she keeps searching cabinet after cabinet. The perfectly packed compartments are not allowing her to do thorough checks also.
Thirty minutes or an hour tops would have kep
