"Wow 5 hours already? That was fast!" Soarin exclaimed. Despite the insane amount of work load, this was probably one of the
first few times Soarin felt that working in the wonderbolts office was easy.
He stretched his wings and took off his tie, leaving the office to check on his wife, Spitfire.
"You! You think you're tough aren't you? Look at the way you stand.... This kind of attitude,
brings you STRAIGHT out of the wonderbolts. GET OUT!!" Shouted spitfire, as she pointed
her hoof to the exit of the wonderbolts academy.
Soarin walked pass the bunch of cadets and approached Spitfire.
He kissed her on the cheek as a term of greeting .
"Hey dear, wanna go out for coffee later?" He smiled as he asked confidently.
Usually, Soarin would wait til Spitfire was free, but this time, he craved for coffee as well.
"S-Soarin? N-not in front of them!" Spitfire blushed hard, making the cadets in squad
laugh and giggle like childish foals.
"SILENCE! All of you, you owe me 25 press ups!" Exclaimed spitfire with her cheeks blushing red. Redder than a tomato.
Soarin kissed her cheek again. "You know, you're really cute when you're angry you know ?"
Spitfire blushed even more. She pressed her nose against Soarin's. "What do YOU mean I'm
cute when I'm angry?!" She exclaimed. Soarin smiled. He planted a kiss on her lips and waved goodbye.
"We'll have a chat later my love!". Blushing hard, Spitfire turned away and gave
the cadets the scolding and ranting of their lives.. Oh boy, way to go to Soarin for ruining
Her fierce image like that!
