The rest of the flight slipped by gently, like time had decided to be kind to them.
Emily and Callan talked about everything and nothing. About shared childhood memories, silly stories from high school, dreams they once had and dreams they were only just brave enough to say out loud. Sometimes Callan would talk, his voice low and calm, and Emily would listen with her chin resting on her palm. Other times, Emily would ramble, her hands moving as she spoke, and Callan would just watch her with a soft smile, like he was memorising her.
They played simple games on his laptop. Scrabble, chess, ludo, car race, etc. Callan was terrible at Guess-the-song, and she laughed every time he guessed wrong. He pretended to sulk, then leaned close and whispered the wrong answer again just to make her laugh harder.
