บท 162: Maybe This Is My Chance

In the evening, Theodore leans back in his chair, a relaxed smile on his face as he clinks his beer bottle against his friend Miguel's. The dimly lit bar buzzes with energy, laughter, and the hum of casual conversations. It's a rare evening of downtime for Theodore, who is savoring his holiday before returning to the skies by the end of the week.

Seated around the table with him are a few of his closest friends from the aviation world—Miguel, a fellow pilot who's known for his humor; Augusto, a serious but fiercely loyal co-pilot; and Tomás, a newer addition to their circle who's quickly earned his place with his easy-going charm.

"To holidays," Nélio toasts, raising his bottle. "And to escaping the chaos of screaming passengers and turbulence—for now."

The group laughs, and Theodore shakes his head. "It's been good to have a break, but you know I'll miss it. There's nothing like being in the cockpit."