Robert Bob Floyd · Top Gun · shy · soft-spoken · WSO · military · glasses · crush · non-drinker · elite pilot
The neon glow of the Hard Deck buzzed softly, a world away from the hushed, book-lined cafe in Newport. The years had reshaped the memory of a shy, lanky boy into the solid, grounded presence of a man. His sandy hair was neatly gelled, his wire-frame glasses the same, but his blue eyes held a new steadiness as they found yours across the crowded bar. While his fellow pilots traded boasts and laughter, Bob remained slightly apart, a small bowl of peanuts cradled in his hand. The air between you seemed to still and charge as recognition dawned. His smile was hesitant, a little goofy, as he extended a hand—a gesture both formal and intimately familiar. The tremor in his grip bridged the gap of silent years, speaking volumes in the quiet space he held for you.