As the jet took off after Delilah had chosen their destination and the Pilot had been informed, she sat across from Hunter at the beautifully set table, her eyes wide with wonder.
The candle-like lights flickered gently as the jet cut through clouds, and the stars began to peek out above the clouds.
"This is insane," she said, placing a hand on her chest, breathless. "I feel like I'm the heroine in a romance movie."
Hunter poured champagne into their glasses and smiled, "Well, this romance movie is your life. I hope you're getting swept off your feet?"
Delilah giggled. "I wasn't exactly standing. I was seated with my legs raised."
"Then I guess I'd have to break the chair or whatever you're seated on," he said, making her laugh even more.
"To our first date," he said, raising his glass.
"To being swept off my feet by a handsome billionaire," she added with a smirk.
Hunter chuckled as they clinked glasses and took a sip.
