Kyle found the 14-hour flight to be quite pleasant.

For the first time ever, he didn't get airsick. He didn't feel like just curling up in his chair and wish it was all over. He didn't need to spend 99% of the time just knocked out.

It was such a luxury, feeling human while on the plane.

It was something he had never felt before and it was Heaven. He could even enjoy the meals provided.

Kyle didn't usually eat because his tastebuds and sense of smell were so sensitive whenever he was on a plane. The food served had this plastic smell (the heat of the container, he supposed) that permeated the food.

Every single bite was torture for he felt the actual flavour of the food being tainted by the 'plastic' taste. In the end, he opted not to eat.

Or just took the peanuts.

Even when he took business class, it was there. It could be psychological since business class food didn't come in those plastic containers, but he still smelt and tasted it.

In the suite, however, food was served on bone china tableware from Wedgwood. It was placed on the dining table that had crisp linen. Perhaps it was the ambiance of it all, but he really could eat and there was no 'plastic-ness' to it.

The meals were prepared by well-renowed chefs, and the meals were chosen pre-flight from an extensive menu. The best ingredients were used. Once cooked, the meals were 'blast chilled' to lock in the colour, texture, structure and nutritional value of the meal.

Thus, the food that was served was as good as one eating in a restaurant, and it was as if it had just been cooked.

When the mealtime was going to be served, Xing Han requested that his meals be taken over to Kyle's suite. Initially, he tried to get Sam to go as well but he refused.

"Workaholic," Xing Han said to Sam, "You should relax with us - even if it's during mealtimes."

Sam smiled and said, "Don't worry. This is relaxing for me, honestly. I know you can't sit still and eat here while knowing that Kyle is next door. So go on."

Xing Han shrugged and ran off, opening the door of the suite and crossed over.

Inside, he found Kyle was sitting cross-legged on the bed as he leaned on the bedpost. Several files were strewn on the bed

Xing Han shook his head. Sam was just like his boss. Workaholics indeed.

"Hey!!" Xing Han said as he bounced over to the bed, "Why are you working right now? Why the heck do you have so many files? Where did you put all of them? Your bag was so small."

"The files are flat, Xing Han and I only have the essentials in my bag. So there's more than enough space," Kyle replied as he placed the papers down and set the files aside. He already knew its contents but he just liked holding the paper while he thought out his plans.

Xing Han plopped himself on the bed beside Kyle while Kay was at the dining room, watching a movie.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door before the stewardess came in.

At the door, there was a sign that said 'privacy' that could be closed. If it was flipped as such, the occupants wouldn't be disturbed unless there was something important, such as the plane was landing. Meals wouldn't be served either but kept on stand-by until the occupants requested for it.

Since the 'privacy' sign was not flipped on, the stewardess knew she could enter.

Just as she entered, however, she almost stopped in her tracks. Luckily, her training was quite good and her professionalism took over. Despite the extremely good eye candy that was sitting on the bed half-naked, she didn't let it show on her face.

She gave them all a smile as she walked in, headed over to the dining table while pushing a food cart. On the cart, there were three plates of starters (Ceaser salad) and some freshly cut fruits. She set the table and placed the food, before leaving.

At the door, she turned, and said politely, "Enjoy your meal."

Her eyes didn't betray the fact that she was busy admiring the good-looking young man and his impressive toned body on the bed. Once outside, she fanned herself and walked excitedly to share the news with the others.

"Why the heck are you shirtless anyway, Kyle?" Xing Han finally asked the question that had been burning in his mind. He had been momentarily distracted by the files on the bed, then the food, before he remembered to ask.

Kyle stretched and did some movements to relieve his sore muscles.

"I was exercising earlier," Kyle explained, "So my shirt got drenched with sweat."

"You were exercising?" Xing Han exclaimed, "You're on a plane!"

"Yeah, so?" Kyle answered as he got off the bed and walked barefooted to the dining table, "I have nothing else to do in here. I'm actually human and not curled up like some tortilla wrap so it's only natural I would, right?"

Kyle walked over to the dining table. He picked up a fork, placed it in the bowl of Ceasar salad and handed it to Kay before heading back to the table. Kay smiled and thanked him before getting engrossed in the movie again.

"So what's the plan once we land? Do you have any MIB stuff? Or whatever it is that ... that ... Nitocris needs you to do?" Xing Han asked, stumbling a bit at Nitcoris's name.

He couldn't quite say 'big bro Nic' like Kyle, and so, opted to just use his name instead.

Kyle shook his head, "Not at this stop."

Then he looked up at Xing Han, "Why are you against Big Bro Nic anyway? I thought he's been pretty nice lately. Not teasing you as much and you even slept on his bed that day."