“Hey, slow pokes! Let’s go! It’s hot in here!” Nico shouts. Rafael sobers, and his serious mask returns as he gives me another little push. “Are you okay?” Nico looks at me when we finally make it to the door of the plane. “Yeah. Just feeling a little sick.” “Oh no!” I plaster on my best reassuring smile. “Yeah, but I’ll be fine.” “Good, because it’s gonna be a long flight.” He really enunciates the word long, which further fuels my panic.
