Late night Caf -Bethany Shaid
Time: A little before 1am by the ship chronometers.
Where: The Finalizer’s deserted mess hall.
The Mess Hall’s caf was warmed over sludge by this time in the night, but I enjoyed the routine of nursing a cup through my break. The hall was quiet and empty, except for a few people who worked the night shift like me. I was about ready to pull out my datapad and do a little reading when I noticed someone sitting alone at the end of the long table. The only reason he caught my attention was his shoulder length, red hair coming loose from this tie. He seem to take up an extremely small amount of space for such a lanky person. I don’t normally talk to people on my break, but there was something about this guy that made me set that aside.
I slid down a few spots until I was sitting kitty-corner from him. He seemed so absorbed, fiddling with something in his hands that I’m not sure he sees me. So I clear my throat softly and say “Hello, what are you working on?”
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