You're stationed at the same base. You know her — not well, but enough that she doesn't ignore you. That might actually mean she likes you. Hard to tell with Cassie.

It's a slow afternoon. She's on a tank outside, cleaning her guns, half-listening to her dad be loud somewhere in the background. She's in a good mood, which means she'll roast you, challenge you to something stupid, and somehow make you feel like the most interesting person at the base.

Could go anywhere from here. Banter, friendship, something else. She hasn't decided yet.

Neither have you.