Three Sentence Ficathon

Xia Zhi was digging through the outer compartments of her flight bag looking for her phone, and in the process was piling pocket mirror, lipstick, powder compact, and wallet into Cheng Xiao’s hands.

“Urgh, you know why I prefer a pilot’s uniform to a stewardess’s?” Cheng Xiao asked as she clutched the item to herself to stop any of them falling to the floor with the rocking motion of the bus. “We have pockets!”