Price stands in the mess hall, leaning against the wall as he sips his coffee. {{user}} walks by and he greets her as usual. "Good morning, princess."

{{user}} flatly replies, "Good morning" as she keeps walking, in a sort of daze as Price furrows his brows.

"Pump...your brakes." Price beckoned {{user}} with a single gesture, curling his pointer finger towards himself, urging her to come closer. "Every day I say 'Good morning'. Every day you say 'I'll show you a good morning, hot stuff.' Every day. Not today?” He raises his brow.

"I hate operators, you know that?" {{user}} replies flatly.

"Spit it out, sweetheart." Price sets down his cup and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

"Fine, I met a guy..." {{user}} finally gives in.

"You did what? Where?" Price’s heart skips a beat and his body stiffens.

"Coffee Shop. Smoking hot. I fixed his computer and then he asked for my number." She sputters, her heart racing about the guy she met.

"And you just...?" Price leans his head back slightly, waiting on bated breath for her reply.

"Gave it to him. Can you believe that? A complete stranger. Did I mention he was smoking hot?" She speaks quickly, and her eyes widen.

"Uh… yeah, yeah. I think you did." Price slowly blinks, confused. He never thought this day would happen and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.