Davina looked out the window at the tarmac. So many planes with so many adventures waiting to take flight. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pen and the manuscript of her latest project. She jotted the words down on the front cover. They sounded corny, but maybe she could make use of them.
While she was writing, she heard the snap of the overhead bin close, then listened to the soft thud as a body fell into the seat beside her. She turned her head to say hello. It was the polite thing to do. Davina opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Sitting in seat 3B was Quinn Thomas.
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