The pilot's voice boomed across, as he announced the weather situation.
Next they heard from was from the flight attendant.
Everyone onboard was informed about flight privileges, and safety practices.
Valentina's heart began to race again. It wasn't out of nervousness this time.
She was finally breathing easy. Yet, it picked up pace.
"Hey," Julien called for her attention.
She turned to him, and lifted a brow.
"The menu," he said, and handed her one.
"Oh thanks," she replied.
Although she knew she wasn't going to be eating anything on flight, she accepted it.
"Don't pick the coffee option. It's not the best experience," he whispered to her.
She chuckled, tickled at the thought of what might have happened to spur that kind of advice.
"I'll have just water, I think."
"You're not a big eater, are you?"
"A steamy box of chicken does tend to change my mind."
He smiled widely. "A chicken girl?"
Valentina's eyes twinkled, as a memory flashed through it.
