“Hey! Rosie! Wait up!” You said, chasing after the pilot in the hot Texas heat, nurses dress billowing in the wind.

It was picture day for all new airmen—and you couldn’t let Robert Rosenthal, undoubtedly the prettiest man you’d ever laid eyes on, walk in looking like that. The one single out of place curl—it drove you insane.

Without thinking, your hand reached up to fix it as soon as you stepped foot in front of the clueless airman. He froze, but a grin crossed his face.