Tiffany's complaints didn't stop after boarding the aircraft.
"Oh my goodness, look at those tiny seats!" exclaimed Tiffany as she pointed at the seats in the economy class. "I mean......I'm pretty skinny, but it doesn't mean that I want to squeeze in this small space. Why didn't you book a first class seat?"
"Well, I'm sorry Tiffany, but we're not as rich as you. We can't afford a first class seat," responded Eliza rolling her eyes. "We did ask you if you mind sitting alone in first class, but you said that you wanted to sit with everyone else!"
"No, I said I wanted to sit with Jeffie!" replied Tiffany, brushing back her hair. "And, now, this is the worst case scenario - sitting in economy class, and stuck with you two! Urgh!"
Just when Claire was about to retort, a flight attendant appeared, pushing a cart full of drinks and enquired Eliza. "Hello miss, what would you like to drink?"
"Um...." just when Eliza was about to reply, Tiffany interrupted. "Give me a glass of tropical fruit juice!"
"I'm very sorry, miss. But, I was asking this beautiful lady over here," replied the air hostess, with a sweet smile on her face. "And I'm afraid we don't have tropical fruit juice. However, we do have a choice of apple juice or orange juice."
"Ew, who wants those?" exclaimed Tiffany, snorting, "I bet they're just inorganic, artificial, chemical colour pigments mixed with tap water. Give me a latte then - half semi-skimmed, organic milk; half freshly-ground Brazilian coffee with one packet of Assugrin."
"I'm very sorry, miss. But we only serve American black coffee on this flight."
"You don't have anything, do you? I want to change to first class, I hope the service there is much better."
"I'm very sorry but first class is now completely full," responded the air hostess. "If you do not want a drink, please do not hold up the line. Thank you!"
"OMFG! What kind of airline are you? You have NOTHING that can satisfy your customer, and not to mention your poor service, you...." scolded Tiffany.
"Shut the f*** up, b****. You have two options: remain where you are and stop complaining or leave the plane. Your choice!" The air hostess said all this with a sweet smile on her face, then, she gracefully pushed the cart away, leaving Tiffany sitting there, speechless, with her mouth opened as wide as a hippo.
After a short time, the plane has finally landed and it was time to leave the aircraft. On their way out, Jeffrey introduced a new friend, who sat next to him during the flight, to the others.
"This is Klaudia from Poland," introduced Jeffrey as he pointed to a stout girl with red, braided hair, who could've easily been more than 1.9 metres tall, standing next to him.
"Hallo everyone! Very nice to meet you!" saluted Klaudia. Everyone greeted Klaudia warmly, all except for Tiffany, who eyed her with suspicion, treating her as a potential enemy who would try and seduce 'her Jeffie'.
After putting their luggage at their respective hotel rooms, the group of friends treaded down to the beach. What came into view was so dazzling that they couldn't help but to exclaim in awe. The sanded coast was populated with gigantic palm trees, the crystal clear water of the waves lashing in from the sea joined up with the azure blue sky complemented with the warm rays of sunshine and the gentle sea breeze.
~To be Continued~
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