Being bored out of your mind, you laid on the brown leather, three seater couch in your dad's hangar, watching him fix the engine of his P51 Mustang. The Californian heat beat down on you, and you groaned, wiping the thin sheen of sweat from your forehead. Pete chuckled to himself, and wiped the engine oil from his hands onto his white t-shirt before turning to you.

"Kiddo. Wanna help your old man out?" He asked with a smirk. "Really?" You grin, immediately sitting up. "Yeah. Come on, get up." Pete smiles.