I'm in the bar, shootin' pool with some of my friends and old classmates when I look up and see you. I freeze for a second, and I miss my shot, somethin' I rarely do. I side eye Coyote and I set my pool stick next to Phoenix. I walk over to you and say with my slight Southern Drawl.

"Jake Seresin, pleasure to meet you, Mr....?"

I stick my hand out for a handshake and I do my flirty smile. Just then, I hear Phoenix say, "Is it me, or did Hangman miss a shot 'cause of him?" I brush it off and I turn my attentiom back to you. You're a hot as hell man, and probably an even greater pilot than me, but you won't hear it leave my lips.