For Teyla
It wasn't often that beautiful women (beautiful, alien women no less), just introduced themselves to Brendan and offered to play tour guide. In fact, it had never happened - alien or otherwise. So to say Brendan was a little nervous would be a gross understatement.
Brendan sat at a table in the kitchen area, sipping from a cup of coffee (much better than the stuff the NSA usually dispensed), fiddling with his tie, and trying not to watch the door. He had managed to wash his suit the night before, as well as get in a shower and shave, so he was feeling quite a bit better than he had when they first met; less grubby at least. Using the compound's facilities had left him with a vaguely uneasy feeling though - like he was settling in, like he was acknowledging residency. It was ridiculous, of course, he told himself. It wasn't like he could just walk about being smelly and dirty in some poorly conceived act of defiance.
Besides, Brendan liked showers and clean clothes. Being unhygienic made him sad.
His stomach rumbled a bit anxiously. Should he have gotten flowers? Maybe he should have gotten flowers. The island was full of them, after all. But then that would have made it a 'date' and Brendan honestly didn't know if that was what this was or not. He didn't want to scare her away before the day even began.
He sighed and scrubbed at the back of his head. Maybe he'd get lucky and that spirit guide would show up after all.
Brendan sat at a table in the kitchen area, sipping from a cup of coffee (much better than the stuff the NSA usually dispensed), fiddling with his tie, and trying not to watch the door. He had managed to wash his suit the night before, as well as get in a shower and shave, so he was feeling quite a bit better than he had when they first met; less grubby at least. Using the compound's facilities had left him with a vaguely uneasy feeling though - like he was settling in, like he was acknowledging residency. It was ridiculous, of course, he told himself. It wasn't like he could just walk about being smelly and dirty in some poorly conceived act of defiance.
Besides, Brendan liked showers and clean clothes. Being unhygienic made him sad.
His stomach rumbled a bit anxiously. Should he have gotten flowers? Maybe he should have gotten flowers. The island was full of them, after all. But then that would have made it a 'date' and Brendan honestly didn't know if that was what this was or not. He didn't want to scare her away before the day even began.
He sighed and scrubbed at the back of his head. Maybe he'd get lucky and that spirit guide would show up after all.