>Be Anon.
>Chilling at home.
>Got the day off from work.
>No particular reason.
>Just didn't wanna go to work today.
>Will probably get fired for skipping out without calling.
>Ah well, shit happens.
>While watching TV, you look out the window towards the road.
>The mail man pulls away in his car from your mailbox.
>You groan lazily as you rise off of your comfy couch to go fetch your bills.
>Grab and go.
>You sift through the envelopes as you walk back inside.
>Bill, bill, spam...
>Notice from the Equestrian Agency of America.
>For a Ms. ... Cool Breeze?

>You toss the rest of the envelopes to the side and walk into Aero's room.
"Hey, Aero?  Do you know of-"
>"WHOA! HEY!" panicked the Earth pony as she turned her computer monitor away.  "Haven't you heard of knocking!" she shouted.
"Plane porn isn't actual porn," you remind her.
>Walking around to the other side to peek at her screen, with Aero putting up quite a fight, you expect to see the blueprints of a disassembled plane.
"Oh," you comment.  "I guess there actually is plane porn."
>You squint your eyes at the screen while keeping your hand on Aero's face and at arm's length.
"Why is that cannon on her where a dick should be?"
>"Alright!" shouts Aero as she swipes your hand off your face and closes out all the windows.
>Her beet red face gives you a good laugh.

>"So what did you come barging in here, for?" Aero finally asked.
"Oh right."
>You walk over to her bed and grab the letter you dropped.
"I got a letter from the EAA," you tell her.
>"Did they finally accept my application to let me work at AirVenture!" squealed an excited Aero.
"No, not that EAA.  The Equestrian Agency of America."
>"Oh," calmed the once-ecstatic pony.
"Do you know who a 'Cool Breeze' is?"
>The letter is suddenly snatched from your hands and Aero starts chewing on it.
>You stare dumbfounded at her.
"Um...  What?" you ask, confused.
>"It's nothing," replied Aero after she spit the letter out.
"Sure doesn't look like nothing."
>"Well it is."
"I think you're lying, missy," you tease.
>"Why do you think that?" she asks.
"Because you constantly stroke your ponytail when you lie," you reply with a blank face.
>Aero stopped her stroking and let her hair go.
>"Oh.  Well...  I, uh..."
>She started stroking her ponytail again.
"Knock that off," you tell her.
>"Sorry," she said as she dropped it again.
"So do you know her?  Friend of yours."
>"Naw, man.  That's my name."

>Crickets can be heard out of the window.
"Come again?"
>"Yeah.  My name.  Cool Breeze."
>Even the cricket stopped its chirping.
"Since when?"
>"Since always."
"Which is when?"
>You literally cannot wrap your head around this.
"So what the hell is 'Aero'?" you ask her.
>"That's my name."
"You have two names?"
>"No, that's -my- name," she emphasizes.  "Nickname.  Pseudonym.  Alias."
>Breakin' it down Barney style.
"Again.  Since when?  I've known you my entire life and never once have I heard anyone call you that."
>Aero shrugs.
>"Because it sucks," she put it bluntly.
"Well that's kind of rude.  Your mom put a lot of love in that name."
>"Well I didn't like it so I changed it."
"Not officially, it seems," you say, referencing the letter.  "What did that thing say, anyways?"
>"I dunno.  Something about wondering if we're okay, probably.  They don't want ponies being homeless and whatnot or living terrible lives while we're over here."
>You give her a shrug.
"Makes sense."

>Awkward silence.
>Then you clap your hands.
"Welp.  Now that that business is out of the way, what say you we go get some Chinese?  I'm starving."
>"Awesome," agreed Aero as she hopped out of her chair.  "I still don't trust those guys.  They eat dog.  What makes you think they won't eat pony?"
"Well when you end up as the mystery meat of my kung pao chicken, then I'll start a Facebook campaign."
>"Cool."
> ...
"Justice For Cool Breeze!" you announce as the headline.
>Her response is a swift kick to your shin.
"Ow!  Bitch!" you curse as you clutch your knee to your chest and hop around on one foot.
>"Lets keep it simple to 'Pony Lives Matter'," she replies.