He had the kitchen, she had the ingredients. It was time for hasperat!

Opting for something worthy of dinner with the captain, and dancing, Faye dressed in black leggings, low heeled leather shoes, and (over a black tank) a sheer black sleeveless tunic with a floral pattern in silver that hung low on her hips. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail.

Within 30 seconds of it being 1900 hours, Faye arrived at Cochrane’s quarters with a small crate in hand. She was all but bouncing on her toes with excitement because this was something she had been looking forward to for awhile. Yes, it was taking on a different, and more casual tenor, but the more Faye had thought through her conversation with him after the ceremony, the more she was happy with the outcome.

Shifting the crate to one arm, Faye reached out and pressed the chime.

~Faye Calloway