As
we passed the front desk, I noticed the receptionist gawking at me. Sky winked.
“I know you don’t like the receptionist. It’s payback time, don’t you think?”
he said evilly. I can’t believe my luck.
He
out an arm around me and went to the desk.
“My
future girlfriend I and are going out. Her expression was priceless! We both laughed. She gave Sky a form to sign, all the
while giving me death glares. I smiled at her sweetly.
“Done.”
Sky said. Then he knelt down and tied a leash around Dash and gave the end to
me.
“Have
a good day, Mr. and Ms. La Brea.” she said poisonously. We were almost out to
the lobby when I noticed people looking at Dash. What is – oh no. I looked at
Sky.
“Uhm,
‘no pets allowed’?”
“Don’t
worry. They’ll just assume that we’re a lot richer than they are.” he squeezed
my shoulder reassuringly. “They’re that kind of people.”
I
felt glad once we’re outside, like a huge weight has been lifted from my
shoulders. Sudden excited flooded through me and I flashed a brilliant smile at
Sky.
“So
where are we going?”
He
looked at my smile for a full three seconds before answering. “Have you ever
been to the Marquette?”
Seriously?!
“But,
we’re at Melbourne, right?” I recognized some of the towers from the postcards.
It’s three cities away from where I live. “How the hell do we go to Canberra?”
I asked him, perplexed.
“Do
we look out of cash?”
“What’s
the connection? Are we using your Ferrari? Because I remember this thing called
gas tank limit.”
“No,
of course not! We have a private plane.” He grinned.
A
what?!
“We?”
“Yes,
we. You know that pronoun which – ”
“Let’s
go!” I dragged him to his car and
went inside the shotgun seat. I let Dash in to the backseat and Sky positioned
himself behind the wheel. “Very impatient.” He tutted, as he started the
engine.
“I’ve
never been to the Marquette before. Are you sure that’s where we’re going?”
“Do
I look like I’m joking?” I laughed. “I guess not.”
After
seven banters, we arrived at an airport. Instead of going inside, we went
through the back, where three runways are found, and on one of them was a small
private plane. But I noticed something.
“Where’s
the pilot?”
I
looked at Sky. He had that look on his eyes that made them glitter. Then he
smiled maliciously.
“Are
you kidding me?!”
“Nope.
I am not.” He laughed.
“But
– do you even know how – ” he grabbed my wrist and ran. “Hey! Should you do that all
the time?!” Dash ran ahead of us to the direction of the airplane. In no time,
we were all in.
I
would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous -
I wanted to tear my hair out from apprehension. Sky turned to me.
“You
look like you want to pass out.” Maybe I do. “My, oh my. Don’t you have any
trust in my skills?”
“No,
I don’t.”
He
started the engine. “Because you said that, I would’ve to show you my stunts.”
Stunts?
He
started to move the plane on the runway.
“I
was joking! I trust you completely!”
I shrieked. He shook his head in mock hurt. “You’re such a bad liar.”
“I’m
serious! You are absolutely fantastic!” I shouted in mounting panic as the
plane accelerated in speed and altitude. Sky laughed loudly. “Yes, indeed. I am fantastic.” He said, but fake sadness
was later etched to his features. He sighed in mock pain. “You don’t find me
attractive though.” The plane was getting faster and faster by the second and I
can feel the tires lifting off the solid ground. “I guess some stunts might – ”
“Okay,
okay! You’re attractive! And you have
natural good looks!” I blurted out without thinking. Sky laughed triumphantly.
“I knew it! You didn’t have to lie to me.” he laughed some more. We’re
completely airborne now and I was berating myself for admitting the craziest
thing known to mankind.
“Whatever.
No stunts, okay?”
“I
actually didn’t have plans to use them in the first place.” he ginned, his
smile full of mischief.
“You
are the most infuriating person I ever met in my life.”
“I’m
glad to hear that.”
Several minutes later, I saw it. The Marquette. “Oh my God! We’re actually here!” I exclaimed as Sky smiled. The place was huge. Different buildings are everywhere – they have dozens of shapes and sizes visible even from above. People said that in this place, it seems like every day is a celebration. They couldn’t have said it more appropriately.
“We
land there, on the huge red dot on the smallest building.” I looked over to
what he said and felt idiotically happy. Dash started barking and going
berserk. And then slowly but surely, we headed to the direction of the landing
area and touched the roof with the tires of the plane.
“Just
wait a second. Don’t come out yet. Wait for me.” he said. I didn’t bother
listening to him as I was mesmerized while I was staring at the place from my
incredible view here at the rooftop through the plane’s glass window. The
rotors stopped ant the plane stood still as if it hadn’t travelled from
somewhere. Sky looked at me. “Well?” he asked, eyebrows up.
“You
are bloody fantastic.”
He
laughed. “I thought I was the most infuriating person you have ever met I your
life. But who could’ve guessed? Maybe it was my imagination.” I giggled. Then a
thought suddenly occurred to me. “Do we even have money?” I asked him. His eyes
flashed.
“We
have credit cards. Sorry to disappoint you.” he smiled hugely.
“Credit
cards? With an s?” I said
unbelievingly. That’s too much for me to believe. For me. Ever. He laughed at
my expression, then pulled out seven credit cards. Wow.
“We
have three each, and Dash gets one.” he chuckled as he patted his furry head.
“Are you sure that’s allowed? I mean, you don’t have to use all of them. Won’t your supervisor or
something will get angry?”
He
bit his lip. “I don’t have a supervisor. And well, technically, it’s not really against the protocol to take your
hostage shopping, so yeah.”
Oh
my God. I’ve never been here with seemingly unlimited cash. We weren’t
particularly poor, but we don’t get to enjoy places like this, ever. Sky looked pleased.
“What
are you waiting for?” he said. “The first one out of the building gets all the
credit cards.” Then he opened the door to his side and ran to the stairs, Dash
trotting behind him.
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