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The plane shuddered from slight turbulence.
Jon rolled his eyes, "Aww, c'mon, you really think you'd be a lawyer? I know quite a few lawyers, you know. They have big bags under their eyes, and are some of the best liars alive. You've got a truth face. Honestly, you're a little too good for such work." The man stirred around, scrambling for bearings.
"If I were to guess, I would say that you would like to be an artist. Or perhaps a teacher." Jon held up his hands, making a box, of which he looked at her through it, "Yes, I could see you wearing a ratty white tank top, covered in paint, on someone's back porch, painting their barn before they got home. That suits you a little better, I think." Jon was clearly joking by his tone of voice. Even though he was joking, he couldn't help but feel that, if Riley were an artist, she wouldn't be on this plane with him. Maybe she would even be waiting at home for him to return...
He shook the thought from his head, "So, before I talk to our friend over there, I've been wondering something. Why Costa Rica?"