A Game of time and hours spent in a flight between rivals.

The evening sun was beginning to dip below the horizon as Eric and Mina boarded their flight from Venice to Paris. The two hour journey felt like the perfect conclusion to their magical stopover in Venice, and Mina could hardly contain her excitement. She settled into her seat next to Eric, a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned back against the headrest.

Eric glanced over at her, his own smile reflecting hers. "You look like you've had a pretty good day," he remarked, buckling his seatbelt.

"I have," Mina replied, her eyes still sparkling from their time in Venice. "But now Paris awaits. I can't believe we're actually going there next."

Eric chuckled softly. "I told you this honeymoon would be full of surprises. Paris is just the next stop, but I have a feeling it'll be just as special as Venice."