the world is a cold, cold place to be | Dylan + Lei
Lei really wasn’t all about leaving San Francisco that day, she actually didn’t want to even a little. But what was she to do? She had been hired to protect someone and when one’s livelihood relied on being a hired bodyguard, there wasn’t much room to complain. Plus, her dad was only going to be a state away rather than states away if she took the job. If she had needed more convincing to take the job, that would have been the deciding factor for her. Even if that meant she was going to have to fly on an airplane not be the one piloting it. Her professionalism extended from start to finish, which meant she didn’t take along many personal belongings. Lei would be able to buy new belongings when she landed and live comfortably while under contract. Or so she was hoping, and as if trying to give some sort of foreshadowing, the person next to her started talking without being talked to first.
Being who she was and doing what she did, the girl didn’t bother actually looking at who she was sitting next to when sitting on the plane. She didn’t consider herself someone others would target, she was the one that protected the people who were targets. Hearing the person’s comments helped solidify that she was going to start finding ways to fly herself to new jobs rather than fly public. Except, there was something about the voice that seemed… recognizable. She turned her head and took in the person who was accusing her of being an Air Marshall and Lei instantly recognized her as someone she had seen before. Albeit not in person. There was a split second where she actually didn’t know what to say, but her facial expression merely looked as if she was assessing the situation. Which, in a way, she was.
“An air narc?” She scoffed, her first instinct to be to deflect attention off herself and do so by any means that had to be taken. Even if that included scoffing in front of someone that was a slightly celebrity crush at one very confusing time in her life, “If someone is an Air Marshall, you’d probably be better off not saying they’re one,” Lei turned her head, hands resting in her lap as she faced forward trying to see where the flight attendants were, “they’re very irritable people who don’t like to be bothered at work.”
Dylan playfully rolled her eyes as the woman corrected her.  “Yeah, well air narc sounds like a more accurate job description if you asked me,” she smirked, not completely buying that she wasn’t an air marshal herself.  If she was it wouldn’t have mattered, Dylan snuck what little bit of pot she had in her luggage.  If anybody wanted to question the blonde it would have to wait until they landed in Bumfuck, Nowhere.  Or where ever they were heading. Â
“Is that you warning me not to talk during the flight?” She teased not ready to back down from her snap judgement of the brunette.  “Because I can warn you now I do have headphones, but good luck keeping me quiet for six hours.”  She remarked with a playful wink. Â