Ethan's POV
I lounged on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, still marveling at how different everything looked from this vantage point. The skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tapestry of lights against the darkening sky. Jess sat next to me, her fingers dancing across her phone screen.
"You know," I said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I'm starting to think I should've asked for a place with its own helipad. Really complete the whole 'nouveau riche' vibe I've got going on."
Jess snorted, not looking up from her phone. "Right, because nothing says 'I've made it' like having to yell over rotor blades every time you want to grab milk from the corner store."
"Hey, it'd be great for dramatic entrances. 'Sorry, I'm late for class, professor. The air tra
