Alvin Morgan took her to a small, private airfield, a flying club owned by the Lockwood family.
The place was full of aviation enthusiasts. A few of them recognized Alvin Morgan and came over to say hello.
"Hey, White, is this your girlfriend?" The speaker was a tall, powerfully built foreigner with fair skin, a mop of curly blond hair, and—most strikingly—grey eyes.
Aurora Sinclair stared, stunned. "His hair..."
Alvin Morgan chuckled. "Plenty of people have hair and eyes that aren't black. That's Jesse. He's from Unoria."
He made a brief introduction between the two.
When Jesse heard that the young woman wanted to learn how to fly, he studied her in surprise for a long moment.
He shook his head. "White, it's too risky. She doesn't have the physical constitution for it."
"It's fine. We can get her tested."
Seeing his insistence, Jesse reluctantly led them to the fitness center for testing.
***
The internal parking garage.
