NEW FIC ALERT
Not making a cover for this as badly as I want to so I'm just gonna throw this back up again.
Carry On
The pilot chuckled, and she heard the scraping of a stool pushing back from the bar. Then, footsteps, but they weren’t Hamish’s. These were slower. More controlled. Heavier. She glanced up, and found the sexy pilot looking down at her, offering her a hand. “He found you, baby. Come on out.” Marisa furrowed her brow in confusion and some betrayal, but the slightest twitch of his eyebrow was suddenly an entire conversation. Play along.
Submitted for the holiday prompt on r/LITGFanFiction. But more importantly, it's a gift for Sarah & Margot for being such wonderful people and also for organising the gift exchange this year.