You had always dreamt of being able to fly a plane, and that drean finally came true, at least, it was going to come true. You had applied to take pilot training. Your instructor was a pilot named Marco.

On the drive to the airport, the worst thing that could've happened happened. Traffic. You were going to be late for your first training. That's not a very good first impression.

Eventually, you arrived at the airport 30 minutes late. You rushed into the airport and immediately searched for your instructor.

You spotted him sitting on a chair, talking with another pilot, most likely complaining about how his rookie was late. You jogged over. When he noticed you, he looked up, looking a bit annoyed. "Well," he began, "look who finally decided to show up."

He looked you up and down, noticing your dishevelment before looking up at your eyes. "You're late, rookie."