Okay, yeah, so a little different than military transports and Andy's idea of what's okay when it comes to flying when you can't die (seriously, the obsession with planes that seem more duct-tape than anything else has to be unhealthy) and Nile tries not to look like a kid who's seeing Disneyland for the first time.
She follows along behind him, silent the way she's supposed to be, and then settles easily into a chair near him, fighting the urge to tuck her feet up under her. Nile sits like she's never sat straight in her life, a sprawl reclaimed from military precision, Nia sits like she's actually been to finishing school--because, well, she has.
She orders a champagne after his whiskey and waits until she has it in hand before she answers. "Forgive me for doubting you, darling,"
The endearment slips off her tongue easier than she expects, even if it's one she wouldn't usually use herself. She takes a sip of the champagne, letting out a hum as the bubbles slip down her throat and nudges him with a high heeled shoe.
"I expect caviar too, you know," she teases, lips quirking.
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She follows along behind him, silent the way she's supposed to be, and then settles easily into a chair near him, fighting the urge to tuck her feet up under her. Nile sits like she's never sat straight in her life, a sprawl reclaimed from military precision, Nia sits like she's actually been to finishing school--because, well, she has.
She orders a champagne after his whiskey and waits until she has it in hand before she answers. "Forgive me for doubting you, darling,"
The endearment slips off her tongue easier than she expects, even if it's one she wouldn't usually use herself. She takes a sip of the champagne, letting out a hum as the bubbles slip down her throat and nudges him with a high heeled shoe.
"I expect caviar too, you know," she teases, lips quirking.