Ava’s POV
Andrew and I head out of the building, and the jet is already there, ready to pick us up.
The engines soft hum fills the building, it makes a soothing white noise that made it easy for me to forget the distance that needed to be covered.
I sit by the window, watching the clouds stretch beneath us, like a blanket of endless white and blue, Oh how I loved to admire nature. The world down below felt distant in every sense. Andrew sat across from me, flipping through a report on his tablet. His brow furrows lightly, as the project on his tablet caught his full attention.
I studied Andrew for a moment, not caring if he catches me staring. His dark hair was falling over his forehead, his sharp jawline taut with concentration. There was something about the way that he could be so
