Ok, so maybe Jake made a bad call, helping throw their new instructor out of the bar — scratch that, it was an extremely bad call — but hey, bygones can be bygones, Maverick can let it go, but no, right after that there was the flying exercise and the only one who managed to properly get a hit was you, so you didn’t have to do the two hundred push ups — so unnecessary — that everyone else did. TOPGUN was for the elite, sure, but was that really fucking needed? No. Not at all.

To be fair, you were a damn good flier.

“So, what do you think of the new boss?” The break room was empty, Jake had that toothpick between his teeth, classic assholery. With a shit-eating grin, no less— ugh. He was six feet two inches of pure sex and cockiness, it was exhausting but entertaining.

Jake took a step towards you, tilting his head with a chuckle, looking you up and down. What was interesting was that Maverick seemed to have a soft spot for you in particular. “Interestin’ guy.”