"Well now, Ms. Maggie, then I apologize in advance if the smell of bourbon isn't to your fancy. It's a short flight, but since I don't have my rule of threes to lean on, I'll probably order one during the flight," Mic said, light-hearted but playfully poking back at Maggie's destruction of his philosophical outlook.

"Only if you order me two," Maggie replied, matching his playful banter.

"Deal, but I gather you're a year shy of 21," Mic responded.

"I'm 24, you're good. No handcuffs for you," she said with a mischievous smile. "Shoot, I forgot my charger." Maggie got up from her seat and stretched upward towards the overhead bin. It was the first time Mic's gaze diverted from her unique and mesmerizing facial features. As she stood, her dedication to fitness became evident, and her choice of a tight black low cut denim jean left little to the imagination, showcasing her firm and developed buttocks. Her midriff shirt, concealed by a mini leather jacket, lifted slightly, giving Mic a glimpse of the underside of her youthful, grapefruit-sized breasts. She was without a bra, and the jacket seemed to be her safeguard against any unforeseen exposure. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Mic he had a good idea of what would be revealed if… “Slow down Mic” he said to himself. “You’re only in LA for five seconds.”

Mic couldn't help but feel the rush of nitric oxide coursing through his blood vessels, despite his internal mantra to stay composed a full erection was in force . He was grateful that he wouldn't need to stand up anytime soon.

"So, what's in the notebook?" Maggie asked, which diverted his attention from the enticing sight before him. "Let me guess, erotic poetry?"

Mic laughed. "Ha! No, nothing of the sort. It's just a list of supplies and some schematics for a gravitational-pulled water delivery system. It's more of a to-do list, really."

Maggie raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the response. "A gravitational-pulled water delivery system? That’s a new one. What's your story?"

Mic’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Well, it's an idea I've been working on. I believe it could revolutionize water distribution in areas with limited access. It's still in the early stages, but I'm hoping to develop it further. I did this for some local villages overseas. Never at this scale though. The farm I’m going to could only be described with a prolonged oceanic flight to say the least.”

Maggie was impressed. "That's incredible. You have quite the mind, Mic. You could have won me over with erotic poetry."

Mic held back from blushing, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Maggie. It's just a passion project for now, but who knows where it could lead."

As they delved into a conversation about Mic’s project, the flight continued, and the connection between them grew stronger. Maggie seized every chance to gently place her hand on Mic's knee, fostering a subtle intimacy between them. Suddenly, a sharp ding pierced the air, jolting Mic and Maggie back to reality, urging them to fasten their seatbelts and stow away their trays and seats. Could it be that the flight was already coming to an end? It felt like time had flown by in an instant!