C13 When I have no choice

“Dino.” I greet our pilot. We have met before; he flew the jet a few times when my usual pilot couldn’t make it. “How are you?” I take in the chair next to him where his brother was supposed to be sitting.

“I am good. It is nice to see you again. It has been a long time since I saw you.” He chuckles. I use to fly more back in the day