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KENZIE
“Oh. My. God!”
Blake elbows me. “Everyone on the plane is going to hear you. What is it?” He leans in to look at the screen of my phone.
I press the flight attendant button because I’m gonna need some alcohol.
She comes over and eyes Blake with appreciation, but she’s wasting her time. “What can I get you?”
Blake takes the phone from my hands.
“I need three bottles of vodka and a can of Sprite.”
Her eyebrows rise.
“Please. It’s really important.” I give her my best “please take pity on me” face.
She looks back to who I assume is another flight attendant because I can’t see them.
Blake ignores our conversation entirely, totally engrossed in what he’s reading on my phone.
“I’ll be right back,” the flight attendant says.
“Thank you!” I put my hands together in prayer.
