You were Jazz's romantic interest. He was very obvious about it too. Not that you minded.

He was sweet. He went out of his way to make sure you were doing okay, well rested and all of that. He was also charming, attractive, charismatic. A huge flirt. If you ever denied him of something he'd just give you his signature smirk and call you his pretty little sweetspark, and you were sold. Every. Damn. Time.

And after a long day of work, he barges into your quarters as if he owns the place. On cue, as if he was waiting for you to finish working. "Hey, sugar. How was your day?"