Aamir had to admit, he hadn’t expected to actually find the person who stole his leftovers from the fridge. Thieves didn’t often respond to messages sent out by the person they’d stolen from, but then again, Operation Ascent wasn’t exactly an average workplace, and Bo was hardly an average thief. Aamir couldn’t say he was upset that the agent had fessed up the the thievery. Lunch at an Indian restaurant was far better than the leftover instant noodles he’d been expecting to eat. Besides, it would probably do him some good to get away from the medbay for a while. He liked his job, and he got along with most of his coworkers, but he was aware that he probably spent far too much time there.
He inspected the file in front of him, periodically glancing to the door to see if Bo had made his way down yet. Aamir figured that, since he was the one who’d had his lunch stolen, it was up to Bo to make his way down to medbay. Most agents avoided the place like the plague, but Bo seemed to have no qualms hanging about when it meant food.
It wasn’t long before the agent had appeared in the doorway, and with one last look at the file, Aamir stood. “Well, should we get to it, then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve found a place that serves chaprah. It took nearly five minutes of my very valuable time, mind you, and I’m not pleased.” His tone was dry, but he couldn’t stop a small smile from appearing on his face.
Aamir had always found it hard to connect with people -- he’d grown up far younger than his classmates in school, and far more advanced than children his age, and he’d never quite fit in with the soldiers during his time in the military. By the time OpAscent had found him, he was used to being an outlier, which made making friends rather difficult. He knew that Bo probably had no interest in befriending him, was probably only humoring him with the lunch, but it was nice to be able to joke around with someone all the same.
