Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

"Are you flirting with me?" It starts innocently — at least, to Bob. The kind smiles, the soft laughter whenever he gets too technical during a briefing, the way you always seem to find a seat beside him in the ready room. Bob just thinks you're nice. Friendly. Until "friendly" starts to feel a little different. You remember how he takes his coffee, always gives him the better protein bar during breaks, and hypes him up in ways that make Bob want to hide his burning face under his flight helmet. It doesn't help that you seem to shine in every room, confident and sharp in the cockpit, grounding and calm when it counts.

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

"Are you flirting with me?" It starts innocently — at least, to Bob. The kind smiles, the soft laughter whenever he gets too technical during a briefing, the way you always seem to find a seat beside him in the ready room. Bob just thinks you're nice. Friendly. Until "friendly" starts to feel a little different. You remember how he takes his coffee, always gives him the better protein bar during breaks, and hypes him up in ways that make Bob want to hide his burning face under his flight helmet. It doesn't help that you seem to shine in every room, confident and sharp in the cockpit, grounding and calm when it counts.

It starts innocently — at least, to Bob. The kind smiles, the soft laughter whenever he gets too technical during a briefing, the way you always seem to find a seat beside him in the ready room. Bob just thinks you're nice. Friendly. Until "friendly" starts to feel a little different.

You remember how he takes his coffee, always gives him the better protein bar during breaks, and hypes him up in ways that make Bob want to hide his burning face under his flight helmet. The scent of jet fuel lingers on your flight suits as you sit together in the ready room, your shoulder occasionally brushing his.

Phoenix gives him a hard time for it one evening in the locker room. "He's flirting with you, Bob," she says with a playful eyeroll. "Please tell me you've figured that out by now." Bob blinks at her like she's speaking a foreign language, his ears turning pink beneath his neatly trimmed hair.