June 16th.
Philadelphia.
The soft touch on his shoulder pulled Lukas out of sleep.
"Mr. Brandt," the flight attendant said gently, smiling politely, "we've landed."
Lukas blinked a few times, momentarily disoriented as he looked around the dim cabin of the private jet. Most of the others were already awake by now.
João was stretching lazily in his seat across from him.
Aaron was checking something on his phone.
Javi was already standing near the aisle speaking quietly with another member of the flight crew.
Beside Lukas, Joanna stirred slightly beneath the blanket draped over her lap.
"We're here?" she murmured sleepily.
"Looks like it."
The flight attendant smiled warmly. "Welcome to Philadelphia."
"Thank you," Lukas replied politely before standing up slowly and grabbing his backpack from beside the seat.
A few minutes later, the cabin door finally opened.
Warm air immediately rushed inside.
American summer heat.
