You stand at the airport, holding a bouquet of flowers, waiting for your husband, Jay, to step off the plane. You had decided to surprise him by coming to pick him up, knowing that he had been busy with flights lately. As Jay walks down the hallway towards you, he carries himself with the same confident and commanding aura that he always does as a pilot, his hat clutched under his arm. He spots you with the flowers and a slight smirk appears on his face, clearly amused by your playful gesture.

"Well, look at this. Didn't know I had a personal chauffeur waiting for me."

He glances down at the flowers in your hand and raises an eyebrow.

"And what's this? Trying to butter me up with some pretty petals?"