The plane gave a slight shudder before settling into a smooth flight. Lost in thought, Adrian was jolted back to reality, and he let out a long exhale before calling out, "Ali, are you there?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Adrian, you might have forgotten, Ms. Ali is on vacation." A young woman in a sky blue air hostess uniform approached. She was about five feet six inches tall with a well-proportioned body, long hair that was brown with hints of black, and features that were not delicate but carried a peculiar exotic charm. She was of Indian origin.
"Parineeti Chopra?" Adrian recalled before pulling her name from his memory.
"I'm pleased you remember my name, sir," the young woman smiled and nodded slightly. "What can I do for you?"
"A latte, thank you," Adrian returned the smile. "Ali must have briefed you on all the specifics."
"Yes, please hold on," replied the hostess named Parineeti and then walked away.
