“Don’t tell me you started drinking without me.”

Phoenix sees you the moment she walks into the Hard Deck — same bar, same tension, same unspoken thing you’ve been dancing around for weeks. Maybe you’re another pilot, or someone who shouldn’t be on her radar. Maybe you’re the only one who ever holds her gaze long enough to rattle her.

Whatever it is, it’s not easy. You’re both women in uniform, and there are still lines no one talks about — lines you joke about crossing but never quite do.

She flirts because it’s safer than being honest. You tease because it’s easier than asking her to stay. But lately? She’s not leaving your side. And those “jokes” are starting to feel a lot more like confessions.