You scratch the back of your calf with the front of your opposing foot. It’s been five… maybe seven minutes since you’ve been waiting for your coffee. Not that you mind, though. You understand — the airport’s constantly bustling with people coming and going, of course the coffee shops near the terminals are gonna be packed.

Besides, you’ve got time until cabin crew has to board. An hour, give or take.

“What’d you order?” A deep voice inquires from behind.

Your head whips around your shoulder and you see it — four stripes on the epaulettes of his shoulders. You’ve got a captain talking to you. With a tilt of your head you’re able to make another deduction: it’s Leon.

Leon Kennedy. A pilot that works within the same airline as you. Coworkers, though this is your first time actually working the same flight with him. Doesn’t mean you haven’t heard anything about him.

He’s a nice guy overall. Shows little kids the cockpit when they stare at it for a few seconds during disembarkation, even goes out of his way to do a photoshoot in the pit with people’s stuffed animals. Single, too.