really determined to create and oversee a team that will become Keys Destination Events. Tristan may be an event planning extraordinaire, but I can tell he is really in his element being his own boss.
I’ll gladly be his friend and now co-worker if that means I can go to lounges more often. I’m impressed - this place is awesome! From the lush leather couches, to the soothing jazz music and utter privacy, this is the best way to wait for a flight. Even the salted peanuts taste amazing, and I'm already scoffing down my third bowl. The bar is a thing of beauty itself, from the black marble table to the rainbow coloured wall of bottles behind the bartender.
“You didn't have to pay for me to come in. But that dinner was freaking delicious.” I link my thumb and index finger to make an approving circle gesture. “Mmm!”
After the barely edible food I had on the plane, this was a monumental upgrade. At Tristan’s insistence I ordered the pork belly and crackling, cauliflower, dates and charred cos lettuce. He ordered his usual meal of choice: a Reuben sandwich. And then of course, I had to have some dessert and they did not disappoint - hazelnut and chocolate meringue, sandwiched with a dark chocolate ganache, served with cocoa-lemon sorbet.
“I told you it’s better here than at the food court didn’t I?” He finishes the last of his sandwich.
“And they can store your bags away for you here too, amazing!”
I love that I don’t have to cart around my bag, and I’m only carrying my wallet and phone.
He nods as he leans his elbow on the table. “Funny that. Money buys better service.”
“Should I have another chocolate mousse?”
“You love your chocolate don’t you?”
“It’s a bad habit isn’t it? I mean I exercise but I really should cut down—”
“Why? You’re perfectly slim.”
My face warms suddenly. He clears his throat, sensing the way it came out. “So how did you find the flight? Did you have any trouble?”
He looks concerned, and I appreciate that he cares.
I nod, giving him a faint smile. “I was pretty good actually. But that’s what Xanax and in-flight games are good for.”
Tristan furrows his brows, unhappy with my response. “Do you really have to take it? Drugs?”
“It helps.”
“I don’t think it’s such a good idea if you are going to be flying frequently.”
I purse my lips. He’s got a point, but what can I do? It helps calm me down, and for a long flight like this it was definitely necessary.
“What do you suggest?”
“I can try gentle or forceful persuasion, what would you prefer?”
“Neither, so pick one.”
He smirks. “In that case, as your new boss I order you not to take Xanax from now on. I can’t risk my staff being under the influence of drugs while they are serving clients.”
“I knew you were going to use that card sooner or later.” I glare at him playfully. “…Alright, I’ll try but I can’t make any promises. Maybe I should become best friends with merlot and pinot noir.”
“Just try, alright? That’s all I ask of you.”
How can somebody be so bossy and persuasive all at once?
“So you must be used to flying then?” I ask, keen to change the topic.
“I am.”
“Don’t you get sick of it? Don’t you ever get worried about…you know having an accident up there?”
He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders “Why should I worry about something I can’t control?”
“I guess...”
“And no, I don’t get sick of flying. Getting good food cooked for you beats having to do it yourself all the time. I get to watch lots of movies, what’s not to like?” “But don’t you want to just enjoy being in the one place for a time, instead of packing and unpacking? I found it annoying enough packing for this trip.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I thought you were the organised one?”
“I am! I’ll get used to it, I promise,” I say confidently, remembering to treat him as my manager first and
I’ll gladly be his friend and now co-worker if that means I can go to lounges more often. I’m impressed - this place is awesome! From the lush leather couches, to the soothing jazz music and utter privacy, this is the best way to wait for a flight. Even the salted peanuts taste amazing, and I'm already scoffing down my third bowl. The bar is a thing of beauty itself, from the black marble table to the rainbow coloured wall of bottles behind the bartender.
“You didn't have to pay for me to come in. But that dinner was freaking delicious.” I link my thumb and index finger to make an approving circle gesture. “Mmm!”
After the barely edible food I had on the plane, this was a monumental upgrade. At Tristan’s insistence I ordered the pork belly and crackling, cauliflower, dates and charred cos lettuce. He ordered his usual meal of choice: a Reuben sandwich. And then of course, I had to have some dessert and they did not disappoint - hazelnut and chocolate meringue, sandwiched with a dark chocolate ganache, served with cocoa-lemon sorbet.
“I told you it’s better here than at the food court didn’t I?” He finishes the last of his sandwich.
“And they can store your bags away for you here too, amazing!”
I love that I don’t have to cart around my bag, and I’m only carrying my wallet and phone.
He nods as he leans his elbow on the table. “Funny that. Money buys better service.”
“Should I have another chocolate mousse?”
“You love your chocolate don’t you?”
“It’s a bad habit isn’t it? I mean I exercise but I really should cut down—”
“Why? You’re perfectly slim.”
My face warms suddenly. He clears his throat, sensing the way it came out. “So how did you find the flight? Did you have any trouble?”
He looks concerned, and I appreciate that he cares.
I nod, giving him a faint smile. “I was pretty good actually. But that’s what Xanax and in-flight games are good for.”
Tristan furrows his brows, unhappy with my response. “Do you really have to take it? Drugs?”
“It helps.”
“I don’t think it’s such a good idea if you are going to be flying frequently.”
I purse my lips. He’s got a point, but what can I do? It helps calm me down, and for a long flight like this it was definitely necessary.
“What do you suggest?”
“I can try gentle or forceful persuasion, what would you prefer?”
“Neither, so pick one.”
He smirks. “In that case, as your new boss I order you not to take Xanax from now on. I can’t risk my staff being under the influence of drugs while they are serving clients.”
“I knew you were going to use that card sooner or later.” I glare at him playfully. “…Alright, I’ll try but I can’t make any promises. Maybe I should become best friends with merlot and pinot noir.”
“Just try, alright? That’s all I ask of you.”
How can somebody be so bossy and persuasive all at once?
“So you must be used to flying then?” I ask, keen to change the topic.
“I am.”
“Don’t you get sick of it? Don’t you ever get worried about…you know having an accident up there?”
He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders “Why should I worry about something I can’t control?”
“I guess...”
“And no, I don’t get sick of flying. Getting good food cooked for you beats having to do it yourself all the time. I get to watch lots of movies, what’s not to like?” “But don’t you want to just enjoy being in the one place for a time, instead of packing and unpacking? I found it annoying enough packing for this trip.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I thought you were the organised one?”
“I am! I’ll get used to it, I promise,” I say confidently, remembering to treat him as my manager first and
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