If asked, Tyrol wouldn’t be able to explain the hows and whys he and Sharon fell in love. She was pretty, yeah, but she was just one more rookie who blew off his complaints and mouthed off at him everytime she landed, and never mind that the planes she flew were his responsibility.
(Though older now, wiser and more hardened, he understands why she still occupies a space inside his heart)
He remembers her utter delight when she came down for her thousandth landing, crowded by other pilots, spun round and round in the wagon like a little kid in a carnival ride, her face flashing at him-yes, him-he wished he was the only one spinning the wagon.