"Bobbing to some Brazilian tunes."

So, Cloey and I had our first serious argument since the toast incident fifteen years ago which is another story for another time.

She didn't call me even once, but she's my best friend, she knows I wouldn't answer even if she did. I really do hate when we argue though, it's hard not talking to her every day.

I looked to my left upon seeing someone sitting beside me through my peripheral vision, "Is there something wrong with your seat?"

Marcellia shook her head and I stared blankly at her, "Then why are you here?"

She shrugged, "You looked a bit lonely and depressed so I thought I'd come over to chat."

I turned away from her and looked out the window of the private jet at the clouds, "No thanks, I'm in no mood to chat."

Marcellia took out her phone, "I'll just sit here then."

It was my first time in a private jet and instead of roaming about and taking pictures, I was moping in my seat and even fell asleep after some time.