"There you are!" Sybbie exclaimed.
Charlie raised an eyebrow, and gave a subtle bob of his head over to the senior officers in the corner.
Sybbie collected herself.
"Captain Bryant, could you come over here, please?"
Charlie gave a smirk. "Officer Branson, I'll be right there."
"Sorry about that," Sybbie said under her breath. "Do you still have leave this weekend?"
"Thankfully, yes," Charlie said, touching the fuselage as if that were the topic. "Train station at five, then?"
"If all goes well," Sybbie replied, locking eyes with him.
"I meant it, you're the love of my life."
"I know."