08-17-2026, 12:24 PM
Amila's eyes darted around the corridor outside of Morad's stateroom until the doors opened for her and she was safely inside. She smiled brightly, though also somewhat shyly when she saw him standing there, his mere presence magnetic. She let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the atmosphere as she took in the relaxed atmosphere and the way his navy shirt softened the edges - the wall between them when they were in uniform.
She took a slow step toward him, her hand out subtly, a slight reach for his. She had worn a lavender dress in a soft, silky fabric that draped below her neckline, and hugged her curves, showing off her waist until it fell loosely around her hips. She'd never been one to wear dresses much, but something about him and this date in particular made her want to wear something special.
"Hey, you," she said softly. "Looks like we're finally alone." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke.
She knew it had been hard on both of them - keeping a professional distance in public, now that he was the Captain. Though she had to admit, there had been more than once where he had surprised her with as close as he was willing to get, even in the public eye.
==Tag Morad (All the flatbread!)==
She took a slow step toward him, her hand out subtly, a slight reach for his. She had worn a lavender dress in a soft, silky fabric that draped below her neckline, and hugged her curves, showing off her waist until it fell loosely around her hips. She'd never been one to wear dresses much, but something about him and this date in particular made her want to wear something special.
"Hey, you," she said softly. "Looks like we're finally alone." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke.
She knew it had been hard on both of them - keeping a professional distance in public, now that he was the Captain. Though she had to admit, there had been more than once where he had surprised her with as close as he was willing to get, even in the public eye.
==Tag Morad (All the flatbread!)==