Haley straightened his uniform for the fifth time. It wasn’t that he was nervous, as such.
He just liked to look his best.
Haley had done well at the Academy - not as well as he had hoped, and a small part of him wondered if his good grade didn’t have a little to do with his… “involvement” with one of his senior tutors.
Oh well.
Running a hand through his dark hair (making sure to leave a few strands hanging on his forehead, of course), the Betazoid made his way to the Counsellor’s office, pressing the door-chime and cricking his neck, standing straight and putting on his best winning smile.
“Here we go,” he mumbles a little, under his breath.

Ensign H Frost