Breakfast of Champions

Most mornings recently, I get up in time for my shift and head to the Shackled Amarr for a Quafe. Quite often, Carinelle's been there, winding up her shift, doing her paperwork on her datapad.

She smiles at me, we talk for a while. Then I go out to work for my shift, and Carinelle goes to sleep somewhere.

She's not broken, at least not obviously. There's no pressure not to say the wrong thing. I know she's dating Rocius, so there's no expectation. It's just friends.

I like it.