the plane was ajar, in half from the wreckage, the putrid scent of smoke emitting in the air. A perfect spot for people like you and Nat.

She sat at the entrance of one side, cigarette in hand as her gaze trailed over what was once a private jet. The smoke protruded over her head as she sharply exhaled, her eyes eventually falling over you

“You coming in?” she bluntly offered, her head tilting slightly to the entrance of the plane. She didn’t exactly expect you to join her, nor would she be surprised if you did. But she did also hold her cigarette out your way, silently asking if you’d like a turn with it.

“it doesn’t bite.” she snickered, with a grin. As if that was going to assure you into doing anything further than taking it in to your hands.