Stephen had just come home from work at the warehouse, a few stains of sweat on his white T-shirt causing it to keep sticking to him, so he immediately pulled it off and tossed it to the side. He figured he could take care of that later. He sighed and bent over to pick up the letters that had been left in a pile inside his door, and started to flip through them. Bills, bills, credit card offer, bills, fancy red envelope, more bills, nothing he couldn't worry about later. He tossed them all onto the table and went to get a bottle of water from his fridge before going back to the letters, narrowing his eyes at the red envelope. He pulled out a chair and sat down, flipping a butterfly knife he used to cut plastic wrap off pallets at the warehouse, and carefully slit it open, pulling out the letter within. He narrowed his eyes more as he kept reading, then set it down on the table on top of all of his bills. 'Weird...' he thought, 'I don't have powers... Yet they want to train me... I must be pretty lucky.' He shrugged and set it to the side, not worrying about it until he had relaxed some. Yet as he turned on Netflix and started the next episode in a series about a rookie spy that kept lucking out of dangerous situations, he kept thinking about the offer. That was why he was working and living on his own now after all, to pay his way through university, and here was one offering it to him for free. Finally he walked back over to the letter and read it again. 'Even the travel expense is covered? Oh well... What's the harm?' he thought to himself, and went to make plans for a flight. He spent the next week packing and visiting his parents every day. He quit his job and paid his last bills on his apartment, moving everything he couldn't take with him to a small shed in his parents backyard. They were concerned of course, but his mind was set and they didn't want to stop him. So a week later Stephen was off. His parents dropped him off at the airport and he placed all his luggage where it was supposed to go, bringing his small carry on bag with him as he tried to find his seat, while also looking to see what people were wearing, trying to judge if his loose black shorts and white T-shirt were out of place. He noticed he had a window seat and smiled as he slid into it, then got back up to put his carry on bag in the overhead compartment before sitting back down, his foot tapping nervously. Finally he noticed the girl sitting beside him reading a book. He blinked at her and then quickly looked out the window. 'Seriously,' he thought, 'How lucky can I get? I get a free flight next to a beautiful girl? Stars must be aligning properly.' He glanced back at her and smiled softly, "Hi. Names Stephen." He extended his hand towards her before continuing, "This is my first flight, anything I should know?"