Mwezi tapped his toes on the floor, waiting for Gadi to arrive. He was in what would usually be the Captain’s Mess - Sara had let him book it for the lunchtime meal today. He was grateful for the opportunity to ‘hang out with’ someone who he actually knew through more than just a few occasional interactions. Gadi, he knew. She’d been a good Department Head. Still was.

Mwezi, XO