If there was one thing that most Starfleet officers could agree on, it was that coffee was the best way to start the morning. Lots of it.

Replicators were notorious for never getting the taste quite right, so the cafes in the San Francisco area always did pretty well - especially when shore leave came around ( Read more... )

Sirrus sat at the corner table in the cafe.  He faced outward so as to watch the crowd if he so chose, but he was preoccupied at the moment.  His journal was open, his hand flying across the page so fast it was a wonder he was writing anything coherent.  His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows to avoid the ink that always seemed to get in the most ( Read more... )