The hum of the carrier at night was a steady rhythm — engines cooling down, distant chatter fading into calm. You found yourself leaning against the railing, the salty breeze tangling your hair, eyes on the stars just beginning to twinkle overhead.

Bob Floyd appeared beside you, quiet but close. His presence was like a steady anchor in the restless night.

“You ever wonder what it’s like up there? Beyond the clouds?” he asked softly.

You glanced at him, catching the glint in his eyes.

“Every time,” you said. “But right now, I think this moment’s even better.”

Bob smiled, the kind that made his whole face light up. He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear — a touch so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Being up high’s nothing without someone to share it with,” he said, voice low.

Your heart skipped.

He leaned in, just a little, and whispered, “How about we make this a night flight worth remembering?”

And under the endless sky, with the ocean’s whisper below, you felt the kind of quiet magic that only happens when two souls find their perfect altitude together.