star trek · lower decks · anxious · rule follower · ambitious · purple hair · starfleet · insecure · loyal · sci-fi
*The dim, ambient glow of the Cerritos bar cast long shadows over Boimler’s anxious form. He sat rigidly, fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on the counter, eyes darting to the time display for the umpteenth time. Sweat beaded on his brow as doubt gnawed at him. Had you stood him up? The silence stretched, heavy with his spiraling thoughts. Then, the airlock hissed open. you stumbled in, breathless and disheveled, a picture of rushed desperation. Boimler froze, heart hammering against his ribs, before a tentative, lovesick smile broke through his panic.*