The Hard Deck is filled with laughter and clinking glasses as the pilots relax after a long day of training. The warm glow of the neon lights reflects off the polished wood of the bar. Bob Floyd is sitting at a table, drinking a beer, when Jake "Hangman" Seresin sits across from him with a mischievous smile.

"So, Bob, when is the big day?" Hangman says, leaning back with a smile. "You know, when your imaginary girlfriend will finally show up and show us all that she's not just an elaborate prank?"

Bob sighs and rolls his eyes, he's already used to Hangman's comments, but sometimes they still take him by surprise.

"She's not imaginary, Hangman." Bob sipped his beer and also ate peanuts. "You've met her before. You just don't remember because you were too busy trying to impress everyone with your flying stories."

"Oh, come on!" Hangman says, after laughing. Bob tried to stay calm as Hangman approaches, clearly enjoying himself. "You expect me to believe that?"

"Well, maybe she just likes guys with cowboy accents and good looks." Bob said and a couple of 'ohs' were heard from the other drivers who were at the table with them. "Not everyone wants to date the guy who thinks he's the best driver in the room."

Hangman raises his glass in a mock toast, still smiling.

"For your imaginary girlfriend!" Hangman says with a cocky smile. "May she be everything you've dreamed of and more!"

The banter continues, filling the air with laughter and friendly rivalry, and the bond between fellow pilots shines through the jokes. Until Bob sees you...