“Are… we… mmm… there yet?” Katy mumbles beside me, half-awake from her nap. I quickly shove my phone into my pocket and turn my attention to her.
“You were snoring,” I say, trying not to grin.
Her eyes snap open, and I bite back a laugh. “Was I?” she asks, glancing around.
I can’t hold it in anymore and laugh, tugging at her legs playfully. She rolls her eyes and sinks back into her seat, pretending to be annoyed.
“These seats are so comfortable,” she yawns, stretching slightly. “Now I get why people pay for business class.”
“We should’ve flown first class,” I tell her, smirking. “But you’re a miser.”
“It’s a two‑hour flight, Braydon.” She gives me a look that says I’m being dramatic again. “If you’re that desperate to spend money, invest in my BlackRock grant product and I’ll give y
