C19 Nineteen
SCARLET
Flying with a private jet was so convenient; our flight turned out smoothly. Luke wasn’t much a talker as usual. He didn’t bother me for the whole hour and a half which I preferred. I wouldn’t know what I would say to him either. All he did was stare at his iPad. I took it as a hint that he shouldn’t be bothered.
A sleek blue Ferrari F60 was waiting for us at the airfield when we landed