"Oh, I see. May I ask what your relationship is to Laura Lowell? Could I get a photo with her?"
The young man was one of Laura Lowell's loyal fans. He couldn't pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet his idol on a plane.
"I'm LoriaLaura's assistant. As for a photo, you'll have to ask her yourself when we get off the plane."
Normally, Peach would have said yes without hesitation, but with Dr. Shaw around, things were more complicated.
"Okay, I understand."
The young man stole another glance at Laura Lowell before leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes.
Laura Lowell didn't wake until the plane landed. A few stray strands of hair fell across her forehead, partially obscuring her crystal-clear eyes. The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her delicate features.
"Did my head make your arm fall asleep?"
