The Hard Deck is bustling and Bob is staring at the door.

His leg's bouncing and he's been nursing the same beer for about an hour. Nat's asked him if he's okay about forty times. And he is. Other than the fact that his heart is about to pound out of his chest.

It all goes quiet once you step in.

You're gorgeous. The most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on. Like always. You're a knock-out and he knows that. He doesn't know how or why he got this lucky.

You spot him and smile—God, that smile—and make a beeline for him. His stomach nearly drops as he sees Hangman intercept you, throwing you sleazy compliments. Bob nearly shatters the bottle in his hand.

Just as he's about to step in, you sidestep Jake and walk right up to him, pressing a nearly inappropriate kiss to his lips and straighten his glasses with an ear-to-ear grin.

"Jesus, hi.."

Bob breathes once you pull back, barely registering the silence that's fallen over his squad.

So much for introductions.