Double Diamond and Night Glider love story

It was around 7 or 8 in the morning as I flew over the beautiful, but dangerous Trottonadian frontier.

Out here, life was difficult, quite different from the big cities like I grew up in.

I was wearing my usual flight outfit: a pair of goggles, my favorite blue scarf, a thick, brown jacket, my saddle full of supplies, and my old analog  watch, which helped made sure I made my deliveries on time.

I worked for a Trottonadian shipping company whose customers lived out in the frontier, especially in British Hoofonia, the pay was pretty good, and I loved my job since it allowed me to meet some decent ponies.

Looking at my watch, I knew that my destination was only 5 minutes away, and I had to be there at 8:40; it was only 8:35.

" good", I thought to myself, looking down below me.

Thankfully, I reached my destination on time: a cabin on a hill surrounded by trees and a small creek behind it.

" Mr. Barkison and his wife", I thought aloud, making a smooth landing on the front lawn.

I walked up to the door, and knocked.

A elderly stallion opened the door.

He was a earth pony, with grayish skin, white hair, a flannel shirt, but had a warm smile on his face.

" Night Glider, it's great to see you, came for the monthly deliveries, haven't you", he asked with a hearty laugh.

Smiling, I reply, " yes sir, Mr. Barkinson, here's your usual medicine and other essentials".

Taking the supplies out of my bag, I give them to Mr. Barkinson, who lays them on the table.

He signs the papers, and he says, " here, about some hot food and some coffee"?

My stomach rumbles and I reply, " sure".

For about half a hour, I ate biscuits and drank coffee with Mr. Barkinson, which was alot of fun.

" I say, Miss Glider, you are a lovely young mare, I bet you have a coltfriend", Mr.Barkinson said charmingly.

Blushing, I reply, " actually, I don't, sir. I've hadn't had a coltfriend since I was a freshman in college".

Mr. Barkinson nodded and said, " well, I'm sure you'll find that special somepony eventually."

Shrugging, I say, " that's awfully kind of you, Mr. Barkinson, but really, I'm nopony special, I'm just a delivery mare".

He looks at me sternly, " Night,  everypony has something special in them. You may not see it, but I see somepony who would make any stallion or mare happy".

I nod slowly and place my food and cup down.

" well, it was nice seeing you again, Mr and Mrs. Barkinson, but I got to run some more deliveries, see you later", I said, grabbing my gear and flying off again to complete my rounds.

From that moment on, though, I couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Barkinson had told me....