"Give it a try."Sarah looked at me with an expression that made me feel stupid. She probably wondered what I was doing here and I wondered the same th...ing."Stand in the corner," Coach Carson instructed. "Sprint out and go for it."I stood where she asked. Apparently, Coach wasn't aware that I didn't bring a second pair of underwear. After I tried this, I would likely have soiled underwear. I would have to go home in the pair I had on.Angela was on the balance beam in my line of sight. She stood. I eyed Hollis from across the cab, but I kept quiet. A few minutes later, we pulled into the FBO (fixed base operator) parking lot.“We’re here,” he said with a smile as he opened his door. “I’ll get the bags in a minute.”I climbed out and walked around the truck to meet him, and he led the way into the building. An older man looked up from behind the counter and nodded a greeting. “Morning, Hollis. Jimmy should have the plane ready in five minutes.”“Thanks, Rollie. I’ll get our bags while we. ‘I’ll take Jonas with me for patrol. You team up with Tim.’ The big smile on his lips is back again. ‘So it worked.’ I frown. ‘What?’ ‘Flattering you… It worked.’ He tries to sound serious but the wink at the end of the sentence is a give away. ‘Shut up and get out before I change my mind.’ But Charlie understands I’m not serious either. He makes an exaggerated effort to exit the room, like a rat scampering away from a predator. When I’m out in the lot, I’m already in a better mood. It is. "Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started rearranging items. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it".