“ oh -- i’m afraid this seat is taken, ” she says, a teasing smile on her lips as she glances up at the familiar face. she’s sitting on her own in a quiet corner of ten forward, nearly an hour deep into personnel reports. “ well, unless you have something to offer, that is... ” her gaze shifts to pointedly to his hands. surely a gentleman would have remembered just how long it had been since dessert... // @patchworkgalaxies ♥︎’d











