We boarded the plane to Atlanta and Charlotte found our seats by the window.
The flight was short, just under an hour, so we didn't have much time to do anything but relax a bit.
We retrieved our bags in record time after landing, and our plane to Paris took off an hour later.
We were in first class, so there was plenty of room for us to stretch our legs out and enjoy the flight.
Most importantly, there were no wailing kids.
Charlotte and I went right to work. We started by discussing logistics and planning out which museums we wanted to visit. She would playfully hit me on the leg at various times in order to make a point.
For the rest of the flight, we tried to get some sleep.
Charloote unbuttoned a few buttons, explaining that the warm air in the cabin was making her hot.
She most likely just wanted for me to steal glances at her.
