Yolanda Gregory and Ryan Saxon came to the plane, and the two sat down in the pilot's seat and co-pilot's seat respectively.
Without needing a reminder, she actively reached for the safety belt to fasten it and went to grab the headset, coincidentally, Ryan Saxon also reached out at the same time.
"..."
Their hands touched each other.
The man's hand was larger than the woman's, his fingers were thick, his nails neatly trimmed, and his fingers rough from wear.
Ryan Saxon's large palm enveloped her small hand, which felt soft and boneless, with slightly delicate skin, and the back of her hand carried a few strands of warmth.
"I..."
"I..."
Both spoke at the same time, and the cabin was filled with an awkward air.
Ryan Saxon picked up the headset, "Let me put this on for you."
"Mhm."
Yolanda Gregory didn't object and responded softly, tilting her head down unnaturally.