It was 18:45 as Reia made her way to Dagen’s quarters in casual dress and carrying a present bag. She frowned a little bit realizing it wasn’t so much a present as a regift. But that was a terrible word for the lovely bottle of wine. Like most other things having to do with her, this one came with strings attached or a disclaimer if Dagen asked the right questions. Perhaps they wouldn’t do much talking. She liked him, and wanted to get to know him, but couldn’t help getting tingles down her spine at the thought of his body next to her’s. Pausing for a second, she rang the chime.

• Reia