Private airport - Private jet

The city has one public airport, one military airstrip, and one private airport, and of the three, the private one will afford you the nicest trip...to wherever it is you end up going.

With no ticket and no baggage, you step out of your limo on the front steps of the terminal building, a marble facade with sleek glass windows welcomes you inside. As soon as you enter, you are struck by the quiet and the cleanliness. The place is small, and not particularly busy, but there are plenty of staff on duty and passengers relaxing as they wait.

"Welcome, ehm, sir," says a prim blonde with straight bangs in front of her ponytail and perfect posture. She's standing behind the reception counter, and no one's in line at the moment. She's smiling at you, but it's a bit pained; she can tell you don't think you belong here. "Can I help you with something?"

You look around the small, shiny terminal, and spot a few other interesting people besides the check-in girl.

Sitting in the middle of the terminal with a pile of matching designer bags in pastel pink and purple, are a couple of twin rich girls, dressed in tight yoga pants and pastel tops to match their bags. The one in pink has on a tight, ribbed crop top, pink like her bags, and she's rocking out to something on her headphones. The other twin sister wears a purple tee, cropped just under her breasts, and is talking animatedly to her mobile, held in her outstretched arm. Both brunettes with a little too much makeup, it's hard to tell where these girls are from, but they're identical twins, and both fit.

In the back corner of the terminal, an elegant woman leans back in a reclining seat, reading an e-reader, her legs crossed out in front of her while she waits. She's got a bottled starbucks drink in the cupholder, and a smile on her tan, placid face. She's probably in her forties, but she's in great shape and looks very nice in her travel clothes, a light, loose, linen skirt with a blue dyed wrap top that looks like little more than an extra-long crepe scarf. Her lean figure and stylish serenity shine even in this environment.

Other staff and passengers are about, cleaning, boarding the shuttles to the runway, ordering at the little cafe. This is the first opportunity of your gap year, young man. What will you do?