America was shocked to see Fox run up to her in the airport but his company made the wait more interesting. She had initially planned to watch a movie or scroll through her memory clouds but Fox's company made her wait better.

When Fox extended his hand to help her up, America froze in her place. She hadn't let a male touch her in two years. Staring at the hand in front of her, she knew she had to take it, otherwise she'd have to explain herself. It was obvious she needed help to stand. Her suitcases were sprawled out everywhere. She gathered all her things and still she'd need someone to pull her up. Pushing down the bile rising in her throat, she put down everything and stood up herself. She caught Fox's confused glance before he shrugged and helped her gather everything.

Walking towards the gate, America kept her distance. She didn't want to freak out in front of Fox. She didn't want to explain her issue to him and then he would get all uncomfortable around her. The only person who knew about her...problem was her best friend, Nova, whose family got shifted to Sector NA-23 while she lived in Sector NA-34.

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The first class cabin shocked America. Her family weren't rich, they could afford Economy Premium but definitely not business class.

"The seminar must be held by the government because not many people can afford first class,"  America thought.

Planes have changed over the past few years. Planes now run on less fuel, reducing carbon dioxide omissions. The plane is mainly made of a newly developed light-weight transparent metal that has screens built into it, allowing passengers to view the world around them, while watching a movie of their choice. Before take-off, the on-flight robots instruct us to remove our iLens and iGlasses in order to prevent any malfunctions that could harm the passengers. 

Placing her iLens in their casing, America leaned back in her chair. Looking up, she could see the sun peaking from behind the clouds. She took a deep breathe in before looking over at Fox who had ordered some sparkling purple drink. She never really looked at him before, like really looked. He had a small scar on his left cheekbone, it was healed but the line was still obvious. His hair was a tangled mess, like he didn't care about his appearance. She understood why girls liked him, he has that boyish charm, the mischievous boy charm. Looking away, she began to think of life before Holland passed away. Thinking of that time isn't something America does, it pains her to recall the happy memories. After the incident, America couldn't stand boys at all, her friend, Nova, was convinced she was gay. America thought she was gay too. She had a girlfriend once, Cyra, the name she uses for work, but whenever things got intimate, she'd have a panic attack. She realized that it wasn't just boys, it was intimacy in general.

Sighing, she searched for a flight attendant. Her mouth had gotten dry. 

"Looking for something?" Fox asked next to her.

"Yeah, I want a drink."

He reached over to her screen in front of her, and clicked on order. America pressed on a glass of cold water. On her holo-bracelet, 15 credits were deducted from her account. Within a few seconds, a flight attendant brought her the drink she ordered.

"So, how did you get into coding?" Fox questioned.

America thought about the question, "I don't know. It feels like I've always known how to code, it comes naturally to me."

"Wow, I wish I was like that. I had to learn coding in university."

A bell went off before the announcement played, "good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, we will be arriving in Sector NA-45 in about 5 minutes. Please take your seats, 

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A/N:

Sorry if im not updating frequently. School has been a pain 😞. I hope to start uploading more frequently.