Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in A Meal, A Hearth, A Home
The diplomatic wing of the station was on the opposite end of the station as the Ambassador Hotel. Revna thought that was very strange, since many of the guests the Ambassador hosted were given rooms at the hotel. But what did she know about star base design? Not a lot. She’d gotten in touch with Krissy, and the very eager intern was currently making sure their stuff was transferred quickly and quietly from the hotel to their quarters in the diplomatic wing. She’d slipped on a calf length skirt and off the shoulder peasant blouse. And with a wink at Mike, high heel strappy sandals because she needed to learn to move faster in them.

She tucked her hand into Mike’s elbow as they walked, even with the heels, she was still shorter than him, and she liked it. They had to walk the entire station to get there, and though she was eager to get there with him, she was enjoying the walk as well.

Revna ‘Move in with me?’ McKenzie

The walk was a slow and languid one, with small talk and idle chatter… and Mike loved it. They caught glances and whispers every now and then, but no one approached them. As they reached the diplomat’s area, a Star Fleet Security officer stood at the turbolifts. “ID, please?” he asked politely. Mike pulled his Federation ID out and handed it Revna to hand to the guard. “Is that a necessity, or for show?” he asked softly to Revna with a small nod towards the guy.

Mike ‘I’m Packing Now’ McKenzie