You were sat next to George Russell on the plane ride to Vegas.

You two never really got along, so you weren’t exactly happy about the situation as you faced away from him, your AirPods in.

The plane took off as the six hour journey to LV began. George sat at the window seat, looking out of it, though occasionally stealing glances at you.

You leaned back in your seat, tour eyes on your phone as you went through your messages, scrolling endlessly as your bored demeanour overtook you.