05-22-2025, 03:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-22-2025, 03:48 PM by Amila Ra'an.)
== CSO's Quarters: enroute to Trill ==
Amila was sitting at her desk, one leg curled underneath her, when the door chime interrupted her music - just as Amila was about to take another bite of cobbler.
Who was here?
The friends she had on board weren't like that. They wouldn't drop by unannounced. She felt a rush of nervous energy that it might be him, but surely he wouldn't risk being seen dropping by. But maybe...
She put the spoon back in the bowl and pushed it aside, and stood up from her desk and checked herself. She tugged at her shorts, which seemed impossibly short for whoever it was at the door. If only she had just stayed in her uniform.
"Come in," she answered, then quickly added "Music off," when she realized her music nearly drowned out her own voice.
Amila stood frozen in disbelief as the doors opened revealing who was on the other side. He had not only stopped by, he looked great. And here she was greeting him in her quarters without so much of a warning, and wearing was possibly some of the oldest clothing she owned. Though how she looked was only a fraction of the worries soaring through her mind. He was carrying a bottle. He knew exactly why he was here, dressed like that. To soften the blow... or something else?
She had to keep her mind prepared for the worst. She had to remain steeled. He couldn't see her upset. But something in the way he was standing there gave her hope that maybe he was here to tell her otherwise.
"You should get in here. Close the door," she finally said taking a few steps forward. "Congratulations by the way. I'm happy for you." Amila nodded at him and gave him a warm smile, still keeping some distance between them. "You look nice," she added, then looked down at herself apologetically. "I'm sorry I wasn't expecting company."
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Amila was sitting at her desk, one leg curled underneath her, when the door chime interrupted her music - just as Amila was about to take another bite of cobbler.
Who was here?
The friends she had on board weren't like that. They wouldn't drop by unannounced. She felt a rush of nervous energy that it might be him, but surely he wouldn't risk being seen dropping by. But maybe...
She put the spoon back in the bowl and pushed it aside, and stood up from her desk and checked herself. She tugged at her shorts, which seemed impossibly short for whoever it was at the door. If only she had just stayed in her uniform.
"Come in," she answered, then quickly added "Music off," when she realized her music nearly drowned out her own voice.
Amila stood frozen in disbelief as the doors opened revealing who was on the other side. He had not only stopped by, he looked great. And here she was greeting him in her quarters without so much of a warning, and wearing was possibly some of the oldest clothing she owned. Though how she looked was only a fraction of the worries soaring through her mind. He was carrying a bottle. He knew exactly why he was here, dressed like that. To soften the blow... or something else?
She had to keep her mind prepared for the worst. She had to remain steeled. He couldn't see her upset. But something in the way he was standing there gave her hope that maybe he was here to tell her otherwise.
"You should get in here. Close the door," she finally said taking a few steps forward. "Congratulations by the way. I'm happy for you." Amila nodded at him and gave him a warm smile, still keeping some distance between them. "You look nice," she added, then looked down at herself apologetically. "I'm sorry I wasn't expecting company."
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