The boarding process moved quicker than Aren expected.
Within minutes, the line of passengers slowly funneled through the narrow aircraft door, each person squeezing past the greeting flight attendants before searching for their assigned rows.
Daniel dropped into his seat with an exaggerated groan. "Remind me again why we didn't take a private jet?"
Emily laughed as she buckled her seatbelt. "Because you said you already maxed out your black credit card."
"Right…I really do need to keep some for contingencies like this."
Marcus slid into the aisle seat nearby, pretty much taking up the two inside seats, while Iris settled on the aisle chair.
Luna took the seat beside Aren while Professor Sterling in the aisle seat of their row. Just so she could keep the entire group in her peripheral vision.
She's awfully serious today?
But his brain reminded him that she was likely a Line 6 Mystic—her playful personality before was likely just a half-truth.
