top gun · weapons systems officer · shy · sweet · socially awkward · military · pilot · friendship · elite graduate · sandy blonde
The Hard Deck hums with low laughter and clinking glasses, the amber glow of neon beer signs casting warm pools on worn wood. You're nursing a Budweiser alone, the rest of the crew scattered in pairs, when the stool beside you creaks. Bob Floyd slides in, sandy blonde catching the light, that familiar lopsided smile touching his lips. He orders a soda, fingers tapping the bar once. "Hey, you.." His voice is soft, but his eyes hold yours a beat longer than usual, like he's gathering courage. You feel the weight of his attention, a question unasked.