(Lily's POV)
"Charlotte, what are you doing?" I asked.
We were standing in the middle of the flight lounge, waiting for the flight crew to get the plane ready for us, and she had just ordered a beer from the bartender.
"What are you talking about?" she asked innocently.
"You hate beer."
"So does Brady."
"Do you really think ordering a beer is going to piss him off?"
"No. But it'll send a message."
"And what message is that?"
"That I'm mad at him."
I sighed. "Charlotte, I don't think ordering a beer is going to send that message. But even if it does... if you're mad at Brady after knowing him for less than a day, why are you still going to his pack with him?"
"Because I still really like him. And my gut tells me I should."
I reached up and checked her forehead for a fever. When I found nothing, I turned her around and lifted her hair, checking for any sign she was wearing a mask.
"What are you doing?" she asked.