"Yes. Then we held hands and sang Kumbaya."
"Very funny." She put her drink down and focused her attention on him. "How many people did you fire today?"
"None." His reply was prompt.
"Really?" Her eyes widened in shock. "How many people did you make cry?"
"I do not make people cry." He slipped off his jacket and draped it over the back of the seat. "Their lack of emotional control is not my responsibility."
"Indeed." Yun Qian Meng bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
"Buckle up," he said, holding back a grin.
She grabbed the buckle and attempted to click it shut, but it was broken. After trying several times, she gave up in frustration and reached for her drink.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking a sip of my drink," she explained the obvious.
"We are about to take off. Buckle your seat belt." He looked annoyed. "I am inclined to think that you are an alcoholic."
