Good Morning, Sunshine!

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Angela sighed in frustration as she visually scanned the Mess. The room was a groggy sea of red, gold, and blue, with very few familiar faces. She'd traded shifts as a favor to one of the other specialists, and as a result had no one to eat breakfast with. While she didn't usually mind eating alone, the Ensign was pretty sure she'd fall asleep in

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Pavel jolted as someone unexpectedly popped up next to him, nearly losing the grip on his PADD. "Иисус!"

He'd been rather engrossed in reading up on new theories on subspacial compression and hadn't heard Angela creep up on him. Pavel smoothed his hair down with one hand and cleared his throat, trying to act like he hadn't just jumped and screamed like a little girl, "Ah, hello? You are... Ensign Martine, yes? In tactical, correct? Er, what-- what can I do for you?"

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"Oh!" she laughed. "You can call me Angela. Everyone does. Well, not Spock but you know... he's Spock." she took a sip of coffee before barreling on with the rest of her answers. "Tactical yes! And you don't have to do anything."

Angela reconsidered this. "Actually, no. I do want you to keep me company because I'll be really embarrassed if I sat with you and you ignore me. I don't know if I can handle rejection before breakfast." She was rambling, but didn't let on if she had noticed the fact. "So? How are you? Are you on the bridge today? Did you sleep well? What are you reading?"

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Pavel frowned in concentration, trying to keep up with Angela's rapid-fired questions, "... I wasn't sleeping and reading?" Pavel lost most of what his table-mate said toward the end, but he was pretty sure she'd said something about sleeping and reading in the same sentence. Was... he just insulted?

Pavel wasn't quite sure how he found himself in the situation.

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"What?" She asked, bewildered. Oops! Maybe that had been too much excitement. He looked confused. "Uh. Sorry. Too much coffee, maybe." That wasn't true, and she knew it. Even when she was tired Angela managed to be all wound up. She tried to turn her personality down a few notches, for his benefit.

"Not at the same time. Just, you know..." she trailed off, and flashed him a slightly embarrassed smile. "Let's start over. How are you?"

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The fact that Pavel was still bright red despite the fact that he wasn't choking any longer had nothing to do with the way Sulu's hand was rubbing his back. Nothing at all. And he wasn't disappointed to see it go, either. Never mind that Sulu was so nice to him, and that he was so brave and smart and a hero to have made that jump to Vulcan and of course Pavel noticed that he was handsome, but it's not like they really talked outside the bridge so no, Pavel wasn't crushing on Sulu at all.

... Pavel slowly realized that he'd been asked a question. "Ah-- zat is, I--" he cleared his throat, "I, well, I am... I don't... I don't like girls?"

Was that rude of him to say? Would that offend Angela, who was a girl? He eyed her, beet-red. "Er, sorry?"

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Hikaru was perfectly happy to drink his coffee and try not to grin too hard while Angela slowly killed Ensign Chekov with questions about -- huh, Chekov was gay? Okay, that shouldn't be such a big surprise. But.

Huh.

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"Oh!" Angela replied, "So I guess I won't try to set you up with Yeoman Lee, then." She would have to rethink matchmaking with men instead of women.

The Ensign tried very hard not to laugh, as Chekov seemed deeply worried about upsetting her. Though she correctly read his emotions, she misunderstood the reasoning. "Don't be sorry. You're not the one who dumped me for man." Sure it had been months, and she'd long ago forgiven Jim and Bones, but she had certainly not forgotten the whole thing. "But, uh... I can stop asking these awkward questions, if you'd like."

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For a moment Pval looked very, very relieved at the news that no one would be attempting to set him up with Yoeman Lee, before he realized that this didn't necessarily mean that Angela wouldn't be trying to set him up. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

At the mention of the possibly cessation to this line of questioning he shot her a pleading look which clearly said "yes please"