Leyla’s POV
Linda walks down the stairs of the jet to where I am sitting with a worried face. Clothes and hair pushed by the strong wind. “Yla, are you okay?” I nod. She then looks at Greg. She stands still, scanning the area as if she is searching for something. I know what she is up to, but at this moment, I can’t be of any help.
I can’t stand staying around here any minute longer. I walk to the jet in fast steps without a back glance. Linda is still standing where I left her because I don't hear any footsteps behind me.
“Let's go,” I shout at her without turning back. She joins me at fast paces, almost running as we get to the jet.
“Welcome on board, Ms. Leyla and Ms. Linda.”
“Thank you, captain. You didn’t have to come out, your cabin crew, and you make me feel so loved. I don’t
