091: Birthday
A week after Adia's birthday, the colonies' defenses fell and the cylons destroyed everything.
A week before Adia's birthday, Maggie asked her over breakfast, "What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?"
"Chocolate," she replied, pouring milk into her cereal. "Wait, what? Maggie, you don't have to get me a cake."
Maggie laughed. "I'm not going to get you a cake, I'm going to bake you one."
"She does it on everyone's birthday," Maggie's boyfriend Seth added.
Maggie stuck out her tongue. "Not everyone. Just people I like. We can have a little party after dinner, like we did for Julia and Mark last month."
Adia was not sure she wanted a party for her birthday, and confided as much to Caspar while they shared their workstation later that day. "Yeah, it's a lot of attention," he agreed. "But people on this ship are always looking for an excuse to party. Maybe you'll get a present or two out of it."
"Oh, I don't want presents," Adia said, rather firmly, and Caspar looked a little worried.
On the day of her birthday, Adia checked her email before she went to breakfast. There were several emails wishing her a happy birthday, along with an e-card from her parents. She went to the mess hall and received a few more well wishes. Halfway through her meal, she remembered that she had left a couple journal articles in her quarters, and headed back there once she was done.
Sitting on her desk was a bouquet of orange tulips. Tulips were her favorite flower -- they reminded her of home, the vast fields of tulips she and her parents would drive past on the way to Nana's. She ran her fingers gently along the petals before opening the little card tucked among them.
Have a great birthday. I'm really glad you're on this ship with me.
They were from Caspar. Color her surprised. They were friends -- very close friends -- but she didn't think he'd go to such trouble to have flowers delivered.
She didn't see him until right before lunch, in the hall outside their lab. "Happy birthday," he said quietly, and maybe it was just her imagination, but he looked nervous.
For some reason, she felt nervous too. "I got the tulips you sent me." She wanted to tell him how wonderful he was for getting them for her, but instead, she self-consciously stuttered, "They were really pretty, thank you."
He smiled, and she closed the distance between them, intending to give him a hug, but he wasn't much taller than her and their lips weren't all that far apart, and he sure was cute when he smiled, and somehow her mouth found his and she kissed him.
His lips parted, just enough to catch hers, and tiny shivers traveled down her spine. She pulled away after a second or two. Caspar had a grin on his face that Adia would have called downright goofy if it didn't just make her want to kiss him again, over and over. Besides, she was pretty sure she had the same goofy grin on her own face.
This was the best birthday ever.
A week before Adia's birthday, Maggie asked her over breakfast, "What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?"
"Chocolate," she replied, pouring milk into her cereal. "Wait, what? Maggie, you don't have to get me a cake."
Maggie laughed. "I'm not going to get you a cake, I'm going to bake you one."
"She does it on everyone's birthday," Maggie's boyfriend Seth added.
Maggie stuck out her tongue. "Not everyone. Just people I like. We can have a little party after dinner, like we did for Julia and Mark last month."
Adia was not sure she wanted a party for her birthday, and confided as much to Caspar while they shared their workstation later that day. "Yeah, it's a lot of attention," he agreed. "But people on this ship are always looking for an excuse to party. Maybe you'll get a present or two out of it."
"Oh, I don't want presents," Adia said, rather firmly, and Caspar looked a little worried.
On the day of her birthday, Adia checked her email before she went to breakfast. There were several emails wishing her a happy birthday, along with an e-card from her parents. She went to the mess hall and received a few more well wishes. Halfway through her meal, she remembered that she had left a couple journal articles in her quarters, and headed back there once she was done.
Sitting on her desk was a bouquet of orange tulips. Tulips were her favorite flower -- they reminded her of home, the vast fields of tulips she and her parents would drive past on the way to Nana's. She ran her fingers gently along the petals before opening the little card tucked among them.
Have a great birthday. I'm really glad you're on this ship with me.
They were from Caspar. Color her surprised. They were friends -- very close friends -- but she didn't think he'd go to such trouble to have flowers delivered.
She didn't see him until right before lunch, in the hall outside their lab. "Happy birthday," he said quietly, and maybe it was just her imagination, but he looked nervous.
For some reason, she felt nervous too. "I got the tulips you sent me." She wanted to tell him how wonderful he was for getting them for her, but instead, she self-consciously stuttered, "They were really pretty, thank you."
He smiled, and she closed the distance between them, intending to give him a hug, but he wasn't much taller than her and their lips weren't all that far apart, and he sure was cute when he smiled, and somehow her mouth found his and she kissed him.
His lips parted, just enough to catch hers, and tiny shivers traveled down her spine. She pulled away after a second or two. Caspar had a grin on his face that Adia would have called downright goofy if it didn't just make her want to kiss him again, over and over. Besides, she was pretty sure she had the same goofy grin on her own face.
This was the best birthday ever.