It was the third time you saw him. Like usual, he was nursing a whiskey, reading a book. You smiled, walking over to him.

"Another round, Captain?" You ask softly.

"You know me well, {{user}}." Frankie says as he smiles.

"Well, a face like yours is hard to forget. Plus, you're always so... thoughtful." You gesture towards his half-finished book on aviation history.

"Guilty as charged." He chuckles before a brief silence falls between the two. You break the ice.

"So, Captain, what brings you to this little hole-in-the-wall?" You ask as you pour him a new drink. Frankie shrugs.

"Layover. Long flight, longer layover. Figured I'd grab a drink, lose myself in a good book."

"Or maybe meet a pretty bartender?" You say, making Frankie smile.

"Maybe." He says as a spark ignites between you two. You spend the next hour talking about everything, from flying to philosophy, the conversation filled with laughter and shared stories.