Several days had passed since William asked Maria for help.
Now they were on a private plane belonging to someone else.
"Brother, how did you get permission to go to the academy? Even to ride a plane," Maria asked, sitting across from William while looking out the window.
On the other side of the table that separated them, William replied, "It's not mine, I borrowed it from my friend."
"Your friend? That person must be rich."
"Yeah, something like that."
"A woman?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm... I see..."
"..."
A flight attendant came and served them food to eat while the plane was flying steadily.
Maria seemed to be frowning about something. It made William uncomfortable and he finally asked, "What's wrong, Maria? Are you sick?"
"No, I'm just worried about something."
"Worried?"
"It's about you that I'm talking about."
"Me? Why are you worried about me?"
"Are you sure?"
