Chapter 48 Titus

• Titus
• I purse my lips before making my way over to my seat. Auckland is eleven hours ahead of London because of British Summer Time, so even though it’s only Wednesday night, and we’ll be landing on the fourth of August—Friday—at 8:35 a.m., we actually have just over twenty-four hours together. My stomach flutters. I’m both excited and nervous at the thought of talking to her about it.
• She buckles herself into her seat, and we talk about the jet lag, deciding it makes sense to try to stay awake as much as possible on the first leg, then sleep on the second after we change planes, so that when we land we’ll be waking up ready for the day ahead. Easy to say, not so easy to do, especially on such a long journey. But it’s a lot easier in the comfort of first class.