𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖 | 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀

cruise leant back in his chair, resting his feet on his desk. he murmured a complaint into his headset, as he chewed his gum obnoxiously.

although his head turned as a superior air traffic controller entered, clearing his throat to gain everyone’s attention.

“cruise.” the superior thundered.

cruise practically fell out of his chair, as he looked up at his boss. “yeah?”

“show them around.”

the boss pushed you towards cruise, promptly disappearing, and you stumbled into the tower. cruise reluctantly stood, about a metre from you, and unsubtle looked you up and down.