“ Let’s hear what you have to say then. ”
When people usually ask her this question it generally refers to some kind of rule that she broke or one of the higher up that she had insulted with a flippant comment, however, at this present time she had no memory of having done anything to insight the wrath of whoever this man was. So she blinked at him, glazed her eyes over his gray double-breasted pilot’s jacket; one that she was endlessly pleased to say was complete with a stark white scarf that seemed to be somewhat self-billowing constantly, navy blue pants and black leather gloves. She noted his Pilots goggles the second she had laid eyes on him and believed they truly brought the whole ensemble together. If there was one thing that Riza could take away from this man just by looking at him it was that he could commit. Lifting her eyes back to his she chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment trying to put into words the feelings that all of this information had given her. What came out instead was “ So I take it you’re into planes.” The statement-question came out a little too breathy and strained like she wanted to laugh but knew it would come off as rude.
