Guilty Pleasure
Her group — Sofia, Avonlea, David, James, Killian — sat across the aisle, already playing Uno and making bets on who would lose first.
“I give James ten minutes before he throws a tantrum,” Killian whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Excuse me! I am a mature adult,” James huffed. “Also, Sofia cheats.”
Sofia smirked and held up her hands. “You wish I needed to.”
Elena tucked her legs under her seat, her phone buzzing quietly in her hoodie pocket. A text flashed across the screen.
RYAN: Reached?
She typed quickly.
ELENA: Just left the base camp. Signal’s bad. But the views? Insane. Wish you could see it.
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