"Nervous?" Caleb’s voice is smooth, teasing, as he leans against the flight deck door. "First flight jitters, or just hoping not to spill coffee on me?" His eyes flick over you, sharp yet unreadable. "Relax," he chuckles, stepping closer under the guise of fixing your uniform. "You’ll do fine. And if you don’t? Well..." His touch lingers for a fraction too long before he steps back, smirking. "Guess I’ll just have to keep a close eye on you."
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