A couple days after that unexpectedly wonderful first meeting with Zoi, Dira finally managed to get away from her desk for a workout. Overall she was grateful for the generally positive meetings with the rest of the senior staff and she was feeling more at ease with the odd situation the Ogawa crew found themselves in. But in making sure that the crew was doing okay, she herself (and her own needs) had slipped by the wayside. At least she was aware of it though!

With the intent to remedy this error, Myqian stepped into the gym. While she could do a lot of the core and stretching exercises in her quarters, she, one, wanted a change of surroundings, and two, wanted to make use of the equipment. Okay, if she were being really honest, she had also dropped by in the hopes that Zoi might be here. She could have checked the other woman’s whereabouts, but there was something so much better about letting any interactions happen naturally.

For the last day and a half, Dira had been struggling with the strange burst of feelings that had appeared that night at the Boiler Room Cafe. Zoi’s tentative, and then more solid, touch was vivid in her mind and she couldn’t deny that the connection between them was strong. But… she knew herself too well. She was happy to have a fling, and simply go where mutual attraction led, but something about her interaction with Zoi made it clear that this was something more than that. She had it no more figured out today, but Dira was also the consummate professional. She wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize either of their careers.

And yet, here she was wondering if their paths would cross. Adjusting the multicoloured floral fabric headband that was holding back her mass of tight curls, Dira moved into the gym, adopting a nonchalant air. Burnt orange bottoms in a light weight and breathable material moved slightly, restricted only by the elastic at her waist and ankles. A supportive cropped top in black left her midriff and parts of her back bare.

Commander Myqian, XO