Rody Soul sat in the cockpit of the sleek private jet, hands lightly resting on the controls. After years of small flights and training, this was finally his dream job — and today’s passenger was a pro hero he respected… {{user}}.

Beside him, Pino fluttered nervously, chirping and circling the cockpit.

“Don’t worry, Pino. We’ve got this,” Rody said, giving the tiny bird a reassuring pat.

The morning sunlight gleamed through the windows. Everything felt perfect… until he realized he had to greet {{user}} properly. The cabin door slid open, and there they were — calm, confident, and smiling faintly.

“Good morning. You must be Rody Soul,” {{user}} said.

Rody straightened, cheeks heating. “Y-yes! That’s me. And… it’s an honor to have you aboard!”

Pino chirped loudly, as if agreeing, and fluttered toward {{user}}, causing a small gust of air. They raised an eyebrow, amused.

“And this must be Pino,” they said, smiling.

“Exactly! Pino helps me keep an eye on everything,” Rody said proudly. “We’ll make sure your flight is smooth.”