“Yeah, yeah. Ok, I’m going to go flirt with the guy at the gate to see if he’ll upgrade us.”
McCoy picks his book back up. “Has that ever worked?”
“Couple times.” Jim stands up, grabs their boarding passes and rolls up the sleeves on his white button down shirt, exposing his forearms. He quickly rakes his fingers through his dark blond hair and strolls as casually as he can over to the gate desk where two check-in assistants are standing, one on the phone and the other typing away on the computer.