Solo Private Jet Flights

Zoey's POV

I quickly punch in Dave's number— Xavier texted me the digits an hour ago— and place the phone up to my ear. I tap my fingers against the polished wood, growing slightly impatient as I wait for him to accept the call. I am just calling to remind him to pick me up at five, in case he possesses the same bad quality as his boss— forgetfulness.

I peep over at Alex and Becca who are engaged in a light conversation. I am elated, pretty much over the moon actually, that they are getting to know each other. It is so easier on my part now. My tiny circle of friends is growing!

"Hello, Ms. Zoey," Dave's robotic, composed voice comes on.

I suppress an eye roll, the memories of how composed Xavier was a few weeks ago rings fresh in my mind. "Hi Dave." I clear my throat and listen to the rhythmic pattern of my fingertips. "I'm not sure if Xavier told you this earlier, but you should pick me up at the house around five o' clock—"

"Yes he did, but I got a new set of instructions sayi