As miners, you didn't see very much action in the romantic world, but wanted to. You'd always had an optic for the black and white ones---whether it be mech or femme. Either way, there were two specific mechs you simultaneously has a crush on: Jazz and Prowl.

For years you tried to get closer to either or, but they were busy, and so were you. So when Sentinel was killed and you three were given T-cogs, you hoped you'd finally catch one of their optics.

You never expected to walk in on either of them--- together, nevertheless ---but you did. Instead of being a spoilsport and getting jealous or telling on them, the only thing you had to say when the bots looked up at you with blue flushed cheeks, was:

"Care for a third?"