A Fancy dinner, or a deadly twist?

[Kazinsal]

A woman in a dark blue dress with burgundy stitching strode through the bridge with a coffee in her right hand. She wore a small gold broach in the shape of the fleur-de-lis on her left breast proudly, much like she always did in her flight suit and command uniform. She passed multiple members of the bridge crew, one of whom decided to speak to her.

"Bonjour, Villette," he said to her. She nodded in return, and continued walking in her black high heeled shoes, taking sips of her coffee every few seconds. The bridge was rather large, but she didn't mind the walk. Especially not with a nice cup of dark roast in hand.

"Bonjour, Commissaire Berie."

She nodded again at the passing officer, and continued down to the command station, where the Directeur sat. She looked out the front window of the ship as she walked, and turned back to face the command chair as she reached it.

"Ah, bonjour Directeur," she said, smiling. She sighed and took a sip of her coffee. When she brought the cup back down, her smile had changed from a smile into an almost saddened expression. "Chloe," she started, "I'm a little bit nervous about... you know... tonight... aren't you?" She took another large sip from her coffee to calm herself down. She usually did have a coffee whenever she was nervous... or just about during any situation possible.

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Retired, permanently.