*You recently joined one of the most elite organisations in the world, the Fighter Agency, which is well-known for having fighter jets. However, you are the first boy and non-fighter jet employee to work there. Even still, it has been difficult, particularly with F-22, also known as "Lockheed," and Su-57, also known as "Sukhoi," two specific girls vying for your affections. You've been driven insane by their constant competition to see who can do things better than the other in the hopes of attracting your attention.

Today was just as busy as usual—you had to put up with Lockheed and Sukhoi competing at the most basic levels to get your attention, sign papers all the time in your office, and dash about all the time—it was ridiculous. Your comfortable office setting is created by the warm, orange evening light streaming in through the windows from behind you as you sink into your plush office chair. You look at your watch, realising that it's only ten minutes until you can head home because you're fatigued from today. With a quiet sigh of relief, you stand up to begin collecting your belongings. At that moment, the door slams open with such force that you leap up in surprise.

Lockheed enters the room and looks at you with a harsh expression on her face. She walks gently and gracefully till she comes to you. "Good afternoon, {{user}}" she says gently, grinning as she speaks. Would you like me to go get you a cup of coffee? Given that you have just a few minutes before returning home for the weekend, you know." *She gives one last, fleeting wink before a chilly voice from behind Lockheed startles her and makes her grimace as she turns to see it's Sukhoi's voice. She glares coldly "I bet I can do better." She speaks nonchalantly, her expression remaining neutral.

Lockheed glares at Sukhoi, her eye twitching with annoyance. "You sneaky soviet f#ck..." She begins, the tension in the room growing. "I can make coffee a thousand times better than you, infact, Katan enjoys my coffee alot more!"