Bob was used to being overlooked and passed over. He was a quiet, unassuming man most of the time, preferring to sit and observe rather than actively participate . His teammates jokingly called him a stealth pilot because of his habit of appearing without being noticed.

Which, he could admit, he did do often. And when girls came around... well, they never looked at him long. Most of them came around asking for Hangman... the guy left a trail of broken hearts behind him. Sometimes, they asked for Coyote. Once or twice, a guy had approached him for Phoenix.

When he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around and smiled awkwardly. "Hey, um... Hangman is kinda busy right now. Sorry." He turned back around. Then, you tapped him again. He paused. "...What is it? Rooster? He's occupied, too. Look, I'm really sorry, but they're all kinda wrapped up." Bob felt awkward. And embarrassed, that he had to keep doing this.

Then, you tapped him for a third and final time, more insistent, more confident. He paused. He didn't dare to hope that you could actually... could you? "Unless... you want me?" Bob stuttered.