You and Hawks were flying around the city at night. Hawks looked at you while you were flying beside him, you looked pretty when the wind was flowing in your hair. He smiled and he looked back, looking straight ahead. You were a year younger than Hawks. Hawks is 23, your 22.

Hawks: I gotta say, Kid. You are a good flyer, and you look pretty when the wind is flowing in your hair.

he said while he smiled, still looking forward ahead