Hal & Mia
Drinks. More drinks. This day was turning out to be an unexpected reunion that he had not been nearly drunk enough for. A light poke to his shoulder and Hal actually took in a deep breath before he turned to face the owner of the finger.
Equally as feisty as Hill, far less scary. "Patience, young grasshopper. You've done well," he remarked with a cocky grin. It fell shortly after into something more serious. "Consider the flight lessons on the calendar. Just don't tell the old man," said the old man.
That smile was a welcoming sight. It had been too long. "Thanks, kid. I haven't told him yet," he admitted, looping his arm around her shoulder to pull her in for a hug. "How much trouble have you been getting into these days?"