At twelve minutes past midnight, a private plane landed on the tarmac of Mayne City Airport. The door had already been opened, yet no one had stepped out. In the lounge cabin, Angela had fallen asleep, and she hadn't moved since. Her back remained pressed against Gael's chest, and his warm arm was still around her.
She must have been really tired of playing the whole day because she slept through a couple of turbulence and the landing. Gael contemplated whether he should wake her up or let her sleep a few more minutes. His arm was already getting numb, but he didn't—for the life of him—dare to move.
Turning his head to the side, he could see that her brother was waiting for her outside. He was left with no choice, so he raised his other hand to wake her up, but before he could even do so, her phone started to buzz.
Angela stirred in his embrace, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She was still a bit disoriented while she fished her phone out of her pocket.
