((Webb's Quarters))

::Cyrus had got back from his brief workout and had yet another shower, he
wanted to make at least some effort to look like.......well to look like he had
made some effort. Changing hadn't taken long, just a casual shirt and some jeans
would do, nothing over the top but still smart and casual. Cyrus was more
concerned with what he was going to serve for lunch, cooking wasn't the issue,
he was capable but it was more a case of being out of practice........only
having to feed himself he never really got much practice actually cooking, at
least having Delinda over had meant that he had a reason to cook something nice
up. A short trip to the promenade had enabled him to get the ingredients he was
after, some prime Aberdeen Angus mince meat, fresh pasta sheets, enough Tomato's
and herbs to make a nice tasty yet not over powering sauce, cheese, milk and
cream with which to make a bechemel sauce. Delinda had promised to bring desert
so at least that wasn't a
problem. Back in his quarters Cyrus prepared the simple lasagna recipe. Lasagna
was the one thing that he really enjoyed cooking, it was tasty, it was easy to
make and it was something he could add a few little 'extras' to if he fancied.
On this occasion the only extra was some Spanish chorizo sausage, something to
add a little spice and some flavour. Dinner was coming along nicely, lasagna, a
little salad and some potato wedges.....Cyrus seemed to think he had everything
set when he had realized he had forgotten something.::

Webb: WINE!!....no WINE!

::Cyrus didn't get chance to correct the situation before the comm went off.::

Sharee:  =/\= Sharee to Webb =/\=

Webb:  =/\= Delinda, running a bit late? =/\=

Sharee:  =/\= No, no I am on my way now.  I keep getting tied up, but I'm not
letting anything else stop me.  I will be at your door shortly. =/\=

::If Cyrus was honest he had wished that she was running a little late, giving
him chance to get the wine situation sorted.::

Webb:  =/\= That's great, I'll see you soon. =/\=

Sharee:  =/\= Sharee out. =/\=

::The comm went quiet and Cyrus mind went into overdrive, first stop was the
replicator, something simple, an earth wine, Italian pinot grigio, in a flash it
was there, then what...........Cyurs grabbed the dinner from the over and put it
on the side, the salad wasn't done but never mind there was no time now, he had
done a few wedges to go with things which was just about ready when the chime on
his quarters went off........Cyrus moved over to the door as it opened. Delinda
looked nice, her hair down and to the one side to cover her tattoo.::

Cyrus: Delinda...

::Cyrus opened his arms to give her a hug, if nothing else he was genuinely
pleased to see her, she had been a close friend of his since his arrival on the
station and she was getting closer all the time.::

Cyrus: How are you?

Sharee:  Sorry I am a bit late.  I have had the busiest morning.

Cyrus: It's ok, its not a problem honest, I have had a mega busy morning
myself......lunch is just about ready.

Sharee:  It smells wonderful.  It has been too long since I have walked into
someones home to the smell of a freshly cooked meal.

Cyrus: Would you like some wine?

Sharee:  ::hesitant::  Well, it is a little early in the day.

Cyrus: I know, I'm not a big drinker either but well.......if I'm honest its
replicated but should be tasty.

Sharee:  Well it's not like I drink in the afternoon everyday.  Some wine would
be nice, thank you.

Cyrus: Well come in please.......erm take a seat.

::Delinda sat on Cyrus's couch, smoothing her skirt under her.  She looked
around his quarters, impressed by the space he had.  His quarters were easily
twice as large as hers.  But she liked her little corner of the world, and was
not about to trade it away.  Oddly enough she sat in an uncomfortable silence
for a couple minutes while Cyrus continued working on lunch.  She just did not
know what to say.  She had not had a hard time talking to him before::

Sharee:  Do you need any help?

Cyrus:  Actually that would be great, do you mind helping with the wine?

::Getting up and moving into the kitchen area, Delinda watched as Cyrus
continued working on lunch.  He was obviously comfortable in the kitchen,
something that boded well for their lunch.  Seeing the wine on the table she
takes it upon herself to open the bottle and pour two glasses.  She then moves
over to Cyrus, reaching around him to set his glass down.  Maybe it was a little
forward, but she was tired of feeling awkward.::

Sharee:  So who did you get into a fight with?

Cyrus:  Fight?

Sharee:  Your eye, it is a little swollen, tomorrow you will have a bit of a
black eye.  So who did you get into a fight with?

Cyrus:  Oh that, the Captain..........

Sharee: ::surprise strong in her voice::  The Captain?

Cyrus: Actually we have a fight pretty much everyday.

Sharee:  ::disbelief::  The Captain?

Cyrus: Yeah......we train together.....remember I told you I used to be a prize
fighting champion?

Sharee:  ::relief::  Oh, that would  be sparing right?

Cyrus: Mixed Martial arts mainly. Rocar likes to box, he is a little big and
clumsy if you ask me but he hits like a sledge hammer.

Sharee:  ::taking up her glass::  How about a toast.

::Cyrus was not put off by Sharee reaching around him to place the glass on the
table.........after a short pause he raised his glass to hers.::

Cyrus: A toast?...........to new beginnings?

::Cyrus raised his glass and clinked it against Delinda's as he did.......women
to Cyrus had been play things, nothing more, and yet here for the first time he
was genuinely enjoying her company.::

Sharee:  ::with a big smile::  To new beginnings.


TBC



Lt Cmdr Delinda Sharee
Counselor
Starbase 118 Ops
 
and
 
Lt Cyrus Webb
Chief of Security
Starbase 118 Ops




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