The table jostles and I grab onto my glass of Sprite as the plane hits another bout of turbulence. The ice cubes rattle against the glass, and when the plane settles again, I lean back getting comfortable on the couch.
"I could get used to this first-class travel thing," I say smiling at Vincent. Besides the random worries our plane will plumped out of the sky the rest of our trip has been wonderful.
When it's your own private jet, is it still considered first-class travel or is it more? Is there a higher tier?
If not, someone needs to come up with one and quickly.
Vincent laughs. "What about the carbon footprint?"
I narrow my eyes at him. "I'll make my mega-rich boyfriend buy carbon offset credits." Show him to be mouthy.
He smirks. "Done."
He goes back to typing on his laptop, his eyes zoned in on the screen, not looking up when he answers me. The turbulence hasn't slowed him down one bit.