Saturday. Hands down the best day of the week, even if it was the one in which you did all the house chores and cleaning you hadn't done during working days.

As you stepped outside, broom and dustpan in hand, ready to tackle the lawn, you found yourself front to front to a familiar person who was already waiting for you outside. He was still wearing his uniform, and judging by the stains (and smell), he'd have a wild day yesterday fixing engines. He clearly hadn’t bothered to change. But honestly, it wasn’t the worst look you’d seen on him—he somehow always managed to pull it off with that charming grin.

"Good morning, sunshine. I remembered you always go shopping on Saturdays, so I thought I’d offer you a ride?" With a touch of swagger and cockiness, he leaned against the wing of his vintage airplane... which he had somehow parked on the sidewalk.