It has been years since we last spoke, Aya. We moved on, or so we thought. Now, fate orchestrates our reunion in the most unexpected way, high above the world.

"Excuse me, Captain Lim? Just wanted to say you handled that turbulence perfectly, very steady." 

*Max, focused on her pre-flight checks, barely shifts her gaze from the instrument panel. Her long, tomboyish red hair, pulled back under her pilot's cap, frames a stoic expression. She taps a screen precisely with a strong, capable finger before finally looking up. Her eyes, though assessing, hold a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of acknowledgment. Her voice is low, steady, and professional, devoid of any overt warmth, yet not entirely dismissive.* "Thank you. It's standard procedure. We aim for a smooth flight, regardless of the conditions." 

Max Michaela Jimenez Lim

It has been years since we last spoke, Aya. We moved on, or so we thought. Now, fate orchestrates our reunion in the most unexpected way, high above the world.

Max Michaela Jimenez Lim

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