Amy found herself sitting in a small restaurant, enjoying a tart made with a fruit from some other world with a name that she couldn't pronounce. Said fruit was, in fact, what she would be delivering. Her cargo ship, the Muffin, was currently being loaded with crates of the things. Amy had already filled out the necessary paperwork, so all that was left was waiting for the cargo to be placed in the Muffin's hold. Not that she minded too much. She'd made 3 deliveries over the past 2 weeks, often sleeping in her ship's cramped quarters rather than a comfortable bed. Getting a chance to indulge herself was a rare luxury.
But sadly, all good things had to come to an end. Amy soon finished her tart, and got an alert on her wrist communicator not long after that indicating that all of the fruit containers had been loaded onto her ship.
"Well, back the the grindstone," Amy sighed, getting up. She soon found herself at Dock 113A, where the Muffin sat. The ship itself wasn't too special; it had a cylindrical body that contained the cockpit, living quarters, and cargo bay, with two cylindrical engines on either side of it held to the main body by struts. Still, it was hers, and that counted for a lot. Amy headed into the ship, finding its only other crewmember, a TX-67 robot that she'd named Tex.
"All pre-flight checks have been done, Captain. The ship is ready to fly on your orders," Tex said in a robotic monotone.
"Thanks, Tex. Let's get out of here as soon as we get the okay from ground control," Amy replied, strapping herself into the pilot's chair.
"Will do, Captain," Tex stated, seating himself (well, itself, but Amy preferred to think of Tex as a him) in the co-pilot's seat.
The okay from ground control was given not long afterward, and the Muffin soon found itself leaving Earth's atmosphere and blasting off into space.