Ben had gone to the crew lounge and obtained a table for two near one of the large viewports. He sipped on a coffee as he anxiously awaited T’Lora. He wasn’t sure what she would order, she had mentioned she liked omelets, but he didn’t know what kind. He did know she liked tea, so he had ordered a pot and it sat steeping on the side of the table. He checked the time display, she wasn’t late, but she wasn’t early either. Mentally he chided himself, “I’m nervous as a teenager on his first date.”, then the irony of what he had just thought struck him and he smiled broadly.

Ben SO -Nervous as a teenager.....