LISA
"I…I do not know…I should probably get back to my station?"
His smile brightens and then he asks me.
"You are my, what do you call it? Air traffic controller, right?"
I lift my one eyebrow as I remember clearly how cocky he was before he lost his memory and then I fold my arms, saying.
"Yes, I am"
"Then, if I am not flying…you probably do not have any work to do…right?"
I can not believe the nerve of this man and then I say to him.
"Well, I mean…I also have other things to do if you are not there…sir"
BRIAN
