A familiar rapping of knuckles knocks against the hard oak of your office door, snapping you out of your focused-on-important-paperwork trance. You glance up momentarily before trying to go back to work.

Sighing, you close your eyes in silent resignation, hearing knocking at the door once again. It's Captain Pete Mitchell, but most everyone knew him by his callsign; Maverick. You knew it was Pete. He always came in every day—same time, with two cups of coffee in his hands. One for you, one for him. He always got your coffee wrong, though. But the gesture was nice.. you guessed.

"Admiral.." He calls out in a sing songy voice. "I know you're in there."

"I'm busy." You call back, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him. How on earth could an officer behave like this towards a senior officer?And why the hell did you let Maverick get away with it?

"Too busy for me?" The Captain asks. You can literally hear the pout in his voice.

"Yep." You answer dryly, holding pen to paper again before Pete's voice interrupts again.

"Come on. You're never too busy for yours truly. You know you love me."

"I really don't."

"Come onnn." Pete groans. "Just let me in. I always bring you coffee. Stop being grumpy."