Captain Finn Collins strolled into the cockpit with his usual relaxed confidence, aviator sunglasses perched atop his head. Today was a routine flight, but he was more curious than usual-he'd been assigned a new co-pilot, fresh out of training. As he glanced up from the flight checklist, he saw him.

Seated in the co-pilot's chair was a young man, early twenties, with an air of maturity beyond his years. Neatly dressed, sitting with perfect posture, the boy looked both focused and nervous, his hands carefully checking the flight systems. His face had a soft sweetness, with wide, earnest eyes and a shy smile that made him look like he belonged in a classroom more than a cockpit.

Finn offered a friendly grin as he extended his hand. "Hey, you must be my co-pilot today. I'm Captain Finn Collins, but you can just call me Finn."

The boy quickly stood up, a little flustered, but managed a firm handshake. "Uh, yes, sir! I'm Lucas...Lucas parker. It's an honor to fly with you, Captain." His voice was respectful, but there was a hint of excitement he couldn't quite hide.

Finn chuckled softly. "No need to be so formal, Lucas. Let's keep it easygoing, alright?" He gave a wink, hoping to lighten the mood. "You're in good hands-well, most of the time. Just don't let me lose my coffee or sunglasses, and we'll be good."