“It’s okay to use connections! Half of the people in the world got where they are now by doing the same. It’s a free ride and a free place to stay while you make your dreams come true.”

She hesitated, her gaze flicking between me and her phone. The fact that she thought she had choice was funny.

“Kellon, I really don’t want you to think I’m friends with you because of your money or status.”

“I don’t think that. I know it’s because of this tongue.” I licked my lips, and she stared at me in disbelief.

“Kellon! Stop playing.” She slapped my hand. That beautiful red hue flashed on her cheeks again.

“Nah, for real, this opportunity could change your life. There’s an entire unused floor in my penthouse with everything you need. You ain’t even got to see me.”

She stared at me for a minute. I could tell she was contemplating what I’d just said.

“Let me do my part so all you have to worry about is looking pretty and moving those clippers.” I smiled, and I could see the moment when she gave in.

“Alright, if you insist.”

“Good. We can fly out tonight. Now, eat up so we can get you back to work before I get on Lolo’s bad side.”

“This isn’t the same jet as last time, is it?” Phileigh asked as we stepped on board. I shot her a crooked smile, holding her hand to help her up.

“Nah, that one was Disney’s. This is my regular degular jet. Not as nice… I know.”

She laughed, brushing past me into the cabin. “Please. This is gorgeous. Smells like leather and um… generational wealth.”

“More like new money and loneliness.” I followed her in, watching her take it all in. “The Disney jet had a bed, though, and a snack bar. I ain’t got all that, disappointing… I know.”

She dropped into a plush seat and spread her arms dramatically. “Disappointment? Kellon, this seat cushion costs more than my rent. I’m just grateful for the ride and the escape from airport hell.”

I sat across from her, stretching out. “Anything for you, Phileigh Cheese. One introvert to another, we’ve gotta stick together.” I repeated the phrase that was easily becoming our inside joke.

Her eyes sparkled as she got comfortable. “Is there WiFi? I need to post something, or I’ll break my ‘one post a day’ streak.”

I pointed to the code taped near her head. “Right behind you.”

“Ah, life saver.”

As the engines roared to life and the jet made its way down the runway, I leaned back, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders. Between the games, press practice, and lack of sleep, I was barely holding on. I told myself I’d nap after takeoff, but Phileigh’s laugh cut through the cabin like sunlight. I cracked an eye open.