((Holodeck 2, Deck 11, USS Constitution-B))
He made his way back to Maiman slowly so as not to spill either of the drinks.
Perax: I got your synthale. ::he offers her the root beer by mistake and quickly corrects himself.:: Sorry, not that one. Uh, this one.
Terpes: Thanks... :: she took a sip and barely took a sip, but she make it last longer than necessary :: This is okay.
Perax: Are you ok? You looked a little stressed before I got drinks.
Terpes: Me, no, not at all. There's few times when I get stressed. It won't look good at my job.
Perax wasn’t sure she was being entirely honest, but he didn’t see any point in pressing the matter.
Perax: I guess that must be an advantage of being a counselor, knowing how to control stress, I mean.
Terpes: That's my job, I'm used to work on emergency situations where stress is high.
He watched some of the dancing couples on the floor for a moment. He turned back to face Maiman and was just about to open his mouth when…
Terpes: You know, I've enjoyed this, but I feel I'd like to go and check with my brother. Since we're going to have that coffee, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving.
The change in conversation was sudden and caught Perax off guard.
Perax: Uh, ok. ::he blinked slightly; a look of surprise and disappointment crossed his face::
Terpes: It's been good Leran, I'll see you in three days. Enjoy the rest of the evening
He felt her pat his arm, and he stared after her as she left. He was not allowed to dwell too long on his disappointment however, as he heard his name called by Lieutenant Shimisi.