He popped the cork and poured three fingers in each glass. Setting the open bottle down, he raised his glass to her and said “To taking a break.” with a smile.
She held her glass to his and touched them. “And hopefully many more.” Sheet taking a sip and humming in pleasure at the taste, smiled and leaned on the back of the couch, her arm bent and fist resting against her temple.
“So… you love Vulcan literature, you enjoy listening to swing,” she paused a second to be sure it was the right word, “music, and you like the cook’s veggie risotto.” She laughed. “And dessert is still up in the air. Have I remembered everything right, so far?” She took a sip and watched him, hoping he was relaxing.
He leaned back against the arm of the couch himself and looked at her. “Why the sudden and thorough interest in me and my likes and dislikes, Raye?” he said with an amused stress on her name. “Creating a dossier? Or something else?”
She laughed. “I guess this is why I’m not in Intel. It’s both, actually, Alex.” Using his first name for the first time since he’d given her permission upon her return to the ship. “Dossiers that I keep about certain people are because I interact with them a lot and want to keep things straight. But I’m not to shy to say that the something else is because I enjoy your company. And I’m hoping, in getting to know you better, and the things you like, that I can make our time together more enjoyable.”
It was the truth, more or less.
He smiled and took a drink. “That plan is a little one sided, dont you think? I mean, if you enjoy someone’s company and wish to spend time with them, one should give of themself as well. So if you were interested in getting to know them better… you would share the same of yourself so that they would know you in the same fashion.” and he took another drink and smiled slightly. “Unless one is simply selfish and looking out only for themselves, of course.”
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