Private Jet

Inside the cozy cabin of the private jet, Stephen and Anna find themselves engaged in a light-hearted conversation, their voices carried gently by the hum of the engines.

Stephen's eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and affection as he observes Anna's nervousness. He reaches out to gently squeeze her hand, offering reassurance. "Are you scared, Anna?" He asks, his voice filled with tenderness.

Anna's eyes meet his, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Not scared, just a bit nervous," she admits, her voice tinged with anticipation. "This is my first time flying on an aircraft."

Understanding her feelings, Stephen leans closer, his presence providing comfort. "There's nothing to worry about, my dear," he says soothingly. "I'll be right here with you."

Curiosity sparkles in Anna's eyes as she looks at Stephen, her voice filled with intrigue. "When did you learn how to fly?" she asks, genuinely curious about this unexpected skill of his.

A nostalgic smile tugs at the corners of Stephen