She listened and she sipped her coke, cold enough that beads of condensation started to form on the bottle. Chily rivulets ran down over her fingers enough that she dabbed the cool dampness to the back of her neck. Summer was warming up and the garage was open but without much of a breeze.

"What's that like? Flying I mean." She sipped more cold soda wondering why he'd need the drawings too, unless... "You plan on working on them too?" That was ambitious.