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I’m not proud to ad my knife up close by eon hand ht launch himself at me at any moment

But I found the galley empty, and could see theseats toward the front of the jet

Taking a deep breath, Ithe bathrooalley kitchen

Like, an actual kitchen

There was a fucking oven

On a plane

But I didn’t care so much about the oven as I did the fancy-ass espressoal stimulation

“You work that thing like you’ve used one before”

“Believe it or not, the point-five percent aren’t the only ones who are serious about their coffee,” I shot back as I ru it on, listening to the faold started to drip into the cup

It had a perfect finish and everything, with about an inch of foam on top

I was alot to have my first too-hot sip

“No sugar? Cream?” Bellamy asked

“Not when the coffee is perfect, no At a seedy diner serving up burnt hash with carafes that have likely never been properly scoured? Yes Creaar”

“No toast?”

“Not yet Coffee is more important How far is the Maldives from Jersey?”

“Oh, about nineteen hours,” he said,my stomach drop

“What?” I grumbled, not sure how much time I’d lost already since I had very little recollection of the day before

“It’s not so terrible when you have your own bed and kitchen and bathrooe

And, fine, yes, it was nice

I couldn’t say I’d been on many private jets inmedium-broood accents and the buttery-soft cream leather chairs Plus the espresso machine that most people didn’t have in their homes, let alone in their recreational, multi-million-dollar vehicles

“How far into that flight are we?” I asked

“Well, we just had our stop in Qatar an hour or so ago to fuel up and change pilots”

“Wait What?”

“This plane is a et us fro up And not even the best pilot can be sharp enough to fly it straight either”

“Oh,do we have to go until we get to where we’re going?”

“Roughly five-and-a-half hours,” Bella nonplussed by my outburst

Ugh