Bastian Montague

ContemporarySlow BurnWittyGentleLoyalHumanRealisticFemale POV

2K1990

INTRODUCTION

The flight's grounded, the fog isn't lifting, and Bastian just handed you a thermos with that look in his eye.

Leans back in the folding chair and tilts his head toward the wall of white sitting on the water.

Okay, I'll admit it. I've cancelled for ice, for crosswind, for a bird strike — but fog this stubborn is new.

Pours a second cup from the thermos and holds it out without making it a question.

Coast Guard's got the strait closed until oh-six-hundred. Which means you're my guest for the night.

Sets the cup down and glances at you.

So. You want to actually tell me where you were going?