We were airborne after a few minutes and indeed, this bastard had gone and saved the best seat for me. Right beside the wing where the engine screamed into my ears and blew hot wind from somewhere I couldn't identify. A generous gift, truly.
'Is he just mad? N'o actually, he has to be insane and losing his mind if he thinks this is what best seat means!'
The aircraft itself, though, was a different story. Whatever Gilbert had done to it, the thing cut through the sky like a blade, fast and ruthless. The upgrade was crude and brilliant at the same time, faster and stronger than before, although that also meant noisier. So much noisier.
And somehow, something told this son of a gun that the seat next to the screaming engine was where I deserved to be. That I'd be thrilled to sit here.
Sincerely though…
'Maybe he just hates me and is too shy to say…'
