The aircraft soared into the sunset, slicing through the clouds. Outside the window, the view was breathtaking—like something out of a dream.
Inside, the team was riding high on the thrill of victory. Laughter and chatter filled the cabin, the mood light and celebratory. But Griffin's eyes were locked on Brandon, staring like he was trying to burn a hole through him.
"Huh? Why do you keep staring at me?" Brandon shot him a sideways glance.
Griffin looked down, suddenly bashful, clearly wrestling with something. He hesitated, then mumbled, "I've been thinking… You saved my life, and I'm super grateful. But there's still one thing that's been bothering me. My, uh… my egg injury. You think you could fix it?"
"Wait, your what?" Brandon blinked, trying to process.
"My, uh… you know. Down there. The egg injury."
Brandon paused, thinking it over. Then he smirked. "Well… I could give you a few eggs."
Griffin's eyes lit up. "Wait, seriously?!"
