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TRACK 5. CRUEL SUMMER (4:12)

AUDREY

There are certain people who deserve to be banned from flying with the rest of us, and I have a list: the ones who scream at flight attendants for no reason, the ones who recline their seat all the way into someone else’s lap, and genuinely rude-ass people—like the guy currently sitting next to me.

His bare feet were pressed against the seat in front of him, and I was certain that the whiff of corn chips wafting my way every few minutes came courtesy of his unwashed toes.

The couple across the aisle were looking at me like I was at fault for something.

Clearing my throat, I leaned closer to him.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Huh?” He pulled off his headphones. “What’s up?”

“Would you mind putting your shoes back on?”

“Why?”

“Because no one else has their shoes off.”

He arched a brow.

“I just would really appreciate it if you put your feet where they belong for the rest of this flight.”

“Do you hear me asking you to stop penning in your journal while we fly?” he asked.

“No, but?—”

“Your head has blocked my view this entire flight, and I haven’t said a word, so how about you shut up and let me enjoy this flight that I paid for?”

Tell him his feet smell, Audrey. Yell it at the top of your lungs and get everyone else on your side…

“That’s what I thought.” He flexed his toes before putting on his headphones again. I swallowed my anger and let him have the win.

Turning my head to the window, I watched the clouds until we touched down on the tarmac.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you may now take off your seat belts,” the pilot’s voice came through the speakers. “On behalf of myself and the crew at Elite Airways, we hope you had a good journey with us and that you enjoy your time here in Exeter.”

I exhaled, unbuckled, and practically jogged down the jet bridge, grateful to escape the corn-chip fog.

Unknown Number

Hey Miss Parker! I’m Regina from Airshuttle Transport! I’m in the arrivals zone wearing pink and holding a sign with your name! Let me know when you’ve landed.

Just landed. Headed your way after I pick up my luggage.