Martin leaned back in his seat, observing the countryside blur past. These moments of quiet were why he loved the job—the monotony was his comfort zone. Ethan adjusted the throttle beside him, the two falling into the familiar rhythm of light conversation punctuated by occasional glances at the controls.
“Think it’ll rain today?” Ethan asked, his eyes flicking out the window at the cloudless sky. “Looks clear for now,” Martin replied, shrugging slightly. “But you never know. Summer storms have a way of sneaking up on you.” Ethan chuckled, recalling the relentless heatwave from the previous month.