Aveline's pulse quickened as she entered into the private jet.
"It's huge," she gasped, repeating the same words she always used every time she encountered something so opulent.
Although his face was hidden from her view, Atlas smiled at her reaction.
Same reaction he had heard from her a couple of times now.
"Where do you want to sit?" He let go of her hand, and turned to face her.
"Uhmmm–" she looked all over. Everywhere seemed so cozy, it was difficult to pick a side. "Anywhere?"
"Okay– over there?" He pointed.
It was the largest area of the private jet, with enough space and privacy.
"Wouldnt you want to stay there so you can work without any disturbance?" She asked innocently.
Touched by her concern, he felt a need to reciprocate it.
"My cousins probably have sent a million texts you need to respond to. You can have the space. Send them pictures too if you like," he added.
"Pictures?" Her brow snapped together.
