Rand got the notice she could have dinner with Roman. She hadn’t expected that. She hoped that meant his evaluation was going in a positive direction. They always ate late because of Rand’s off schedule. She wanted to rush, but she knew that would make more work for her later.

She changed into a skirt and blouse, one Roman always said he liked, then picked up a tray from the mess and made her way to his temp quarters. She was nervous. She missed him, she was worried about him, but she also knew he was upset with her. Even if he didn’t say so, she knew him well enough. She couldn’t have made any other choice though.

The security officer and nurse checked the tray when she pressed the chime, and then let her enter.

Yeoman Rand