"Martin, Douglas; we have our stewardess! Dr Flora Jenkins," Carolyn announced to her pilots.
"Has she been Arthur tested?" Douglas inquired.
"Yes and passed with flying colours; now it's time for the Douglas test," Carolyn smirked.
"I don't see why she needs to be tested with us," Martin stated haughtily.
"Because Douglas sometimes doesn't know when jokes cross the line –"
"I do!"
"You don't. And you, Martin, often babble and she might be put off by you – she has a PhD," Carolyn explained.
"Really? And she's working here as a stewardess?" Douglas raised an eyebrow.
"It's so she can fund her studies to get her CPL," Carolyn informed.
"So she's going to be a pilot?" Martin asked.
"No, she's going to be a ballerina," Douglas drawled.
"Douglas, she's outside, go meet her," Carolyn ordered.
"Which one?"
"You can't miss her, the girl with one blue eye and one brown," Carolyn shrugged.
"Interesting…"
"Hello, you must be Dr Flora Jenkins; my, those eyes are something…" Douglas greeted smoothly.
"So, you must First Officer Richardson…"
"What did you say?"
"Your sleeves, three bars. Unless you put on the first officer's by mistake…"
"No. I am the First Officer… But people tend to think I'm the Captain…"
"No offence, but in my experience, people tend to be idiots. Now, I still have to meet Captain Crieff. Is he strict?"
"He tries to be…"
"Is he professional? Punctual? Organised?"
"More than you can possibly imagine."
"How old is he?"
"Why does that matter?"
"I'm curious, human condition."
"Thirty nine…"
"Good. I'll see you around… First Officer," And with a wink, she was gone.
'I like her…' Douglas thought idly.