It's a beautiful summers day, the birds are chirping and the bright sun is shing down on an RAF base, zooming in we see the sun shining through the windows of one of the many offices of the building, it being the only source of natural light in the other wise dark and messy rooms. The usually organised and tidy workspace being thrown about the room and placed haphazardly placed on desks, until finally we zoom in on a young man, his spikey brown hair being messy and his face buried in his work as he scribbles away worriedly.
The constant ticking of clocks being the only sound in the room apart from the man's breathing and pencil scribbles.
Y/n:And if i carry the 2.....divide this by 6 and plug that in there...
As he writes we see the door open behind him, the light illuminating the rest of the room revealing that the walls are covered wall to wall with clocks, small clocks, big clocks wide clocks, anytype of clock you could think of. Yet our main character didn't notice the light nor the figure sneaking their way behind him, until they place their hands around his eyes putting on a weird accent.
????:Guess who?
With a sigh A smirk makes it way to his face.
Y/n:I know it's you lena.
With a giggle the girl takes her hands off him before turning the lights on with a clap finally letting us get a proper look at the two of them.
The woman being only a slight bit smaller than the man looking barely eighteen with a light flight suit and a yellow and orange scarf wrapped around her neck, her hair being spikey, a large smirk being plastered on her face.
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The man being slightly taller than her with wind swept brown hair, his face being sharp and boyish in Shap contrast to how round and girly the woman's face was, a white lab coat being draped over his white tank top and black jeans.
Y/n:What do ya want lena?
Lena:Nothing. Just wanna know if you'll come watch me fly today?
Putting his hand to his chin he hums.
Y/n:Lena, you know how worried I get-
Lena:Oh come on! Nothing bad'll happen.
Thinking for a moment the woman's smirk curled into a large grin.
Lena:Tell you what!
Zipping around him she places an arm around his shoulders pulling him into a hug as she walks out, dragging him in toe.
Lena:There's two seats in the splitstream! I'll ask the general to let you fly with me, and bang!
Letting go of him she jumps ahead of him before turning around walking backwards through the empty hallways.
Lena:Bob's ya uncle, the flight goes smoothly, we get to test a cool new plane, then we can all have a nice lie down.
