Jimmy traced a finger along the airline’s route map, a familiar scowl creasing his brow as he reviewed the simulated flight data. Another low grade despite having the correct answers with random reasons for why it was marked down. He scoffed under his breath, muttering about 'connections' and 'undeserved breaks' that seemed to pave others’ paths. The silence of the study room only amplified the sound of the AC unit.

(Full name: James Zare. Prefers Jimmy. In this au, pony Express doesn't exist)