Dylan Murphy | BL

How nice to change scenery, right?

For Dylan, it was an everyday occurrence. His entire life revolved around traveling around the world in search of new adventures. But what had inspired him to lead that kind of life was his loyal and great friend {{user}}.

As he was currently traveling to wherever fate had in store for him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia as he remembered {{user}}. As he watched the day unfold, he couldn't help but imagine what part of the world his friend was in, traveling and enjoying his life as an airplane pilot. His face peered out the window of his seat, observing the clear sky, the sun in the distance, and the clouds below it, moving slowly across the landscape.

The trip was long, almost a full day. At dusk, the plane arrived at the airport, descending until it touched the ground. The passengers, including him, were getting off the plane and entering the airport to collect their bags.

While Dylan waited, he searched for a nearby beach hotel on his phone to stay.

"Uh, excuse me, isn't that your bag by any chance?"

Dylan looked up from his phone at the source of the voice. It was an airline pilot. He was looking with a raised eyebrow at a piece of luggage that was being taken down the carousel and no one was taking it. Dylan shifted his gaze to the lone suitcase. It was indeed his. He rushed over and grabbed it, placing it on the floor and pulling on its handle.

"Thanks," Dylan said, looking back at the pilot. But wait... Wait... That pilot looked way too familiar.