"Well if it isn't you!" a voice boomed through the room.
Sibby started and looked up, but was blinded by the sunlight coming through the doorway.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked bluntly. She'd had enough of the airmen automatically assuming they could flirt whenever they came in for repairs.
"Sibby, come on, I know it's been a year or two, but really?"
"Wait…" Her eyes were adjusting back to the relative dim of the repair shop. "Charlie?"
He stood there with a smug grin.
"Well, I'm glad you're still alive, I guess." She wouldn't admit more than that.