"So how's the feeling, Rathna?" He asked without much attention as he was more focused on checking the navigational instrument in the cockpit.
I gazed at him in confusion. "Feeling?"
"The feeling of being jealous over a gorgeous jet plane." He stared at me. "How was it?" There is that annoying arrogant tone in his voice.
"Do you wanna die, asshole?"
He snickered at me but leaned in and fastened my seat belt for me. After checking that it's safe enough for me, he looked me in the eyes. "I never meant for you to be jealous. But you were, and it was fun."
"I wasn't jealous at all!" I exclaimed in defense.
He slightly shook his head in amusement. "I only have eyes for you, ma'am. There's no need to become unsure. Trust me."
"I told you, I wasn't jealous."
He shrugged his shoulders like he's so not convinced at all. "If you say so, then okay."
He continued checking and doing something on the controls.
"Wait," I grunted when I suddenly realized something. "You're flying this?"
