Frowning you flick the dash, “Well, it’s not the greatest but at least it’s functional.”
Footsteps approach from behind. The steps were uniquely soft and yet hard at the same time. A smile hit your lips before her unique fragrance that could only be one person. Spinning in the pilot seat, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”
Helena saunters in, her hips swaying rhythmically. Her crystal eyes beamed light headlights in the darkened cab. “I would have figured your eyes would have gone cross-eyed long ago. But instead I find that they're still beautifully open and tempting.” Helena eyes dip to the controls and the lit screens and chirping buttons.
You can see the question in her eyes before she even had to open that pretty mouth of hers, “Will she fly?”
“Everything is good! I haven’t foun
