An hour later, they were at cruising altitude and there was nothing but clear blue skies ahead. Melanie still couldn't believe her luck. This day was turning out to be something special, all right. If Sebastian were a little arrogant, it probably wouldn't be such a big deal, as he seemed to be content to do most of the piloting while Alex relaxed in the living area.
"Is there anything I can get you? Anything I can do for you?" She asked him.
"Not at the moment." He smiled. "I'm just finishing up a few things here before I get into vacation mode. Just make yourself comfortable."
Sure, like that's easy. What am I supposed to do with myself? She thought. The aircraft was spotlessly clean and everything ship-shape. The last crew had left it pristine. There was nothing for her to do until one of the brothers got hungry or needed a drink.
She went into the kitchen to see what kind of food there was, but everything there had already been prepared already. Fancy dishes were clearly labeled for each brother. Alex was obviously the gourmet with delicacies such as braised partridge and champagne pears waiting for him. Sebastian was the more visceral of the two with basic but still expensive tastes; mostly it seemed, for lobster tails and ice cream. Bottles of champagne were plentiful and it seemed that both brothers were fans of that.
Alex told her to relax for a while and went to freshen up himself. In the meantime, she kept occupied familiarizing herself with anything that might come within her purview during the course of the flight.
"Can I help you with anything?" The voice behind her had the same commanding tone as always. She turned and smiled bashfully, her heart racing a little.
"Oh no, I'm just getting to know…" She stopped. It wasn't Alex -- at least she didn't think so. The two were so damned alike. "I'm sorry," she said, "its Alex, right?"
"Wrong." He said petulantly. "Not that it matters anyway. Look, I'm getting a bit hungry. Fix a couple of those lobster tails for me and bring them to the cockpit."
He turned and left.
Jackass. Now how do I 'fix' those lobster tails?
The tails were already cooked and just needed reheating under the grill. She knew not to put them in the microwave or they would taste and feel like rubber. The last thing she wanted to do was to upset Sebastian. The only slight problem was figuring out how to work the space age-looking oven. There were no buttons or knobs; just smooth, surfaces glistening as though nothing had ever actually been used before. After a couple of minutes looking around, the pilot appeared again.