Two's company, three's a crowd.

[John McGee 0]

::Sitting in his quarters after having supper with Abe Kas and H.G. Reed in the mess hall.::

 

Computer, open personal log, John McGee.

 

"Hannah Grace Reed, the only thing more beautiful than your legs is that wonderful accent of yours. Ah, jolly good English, the way you would say "Manoeuvring" instead of maneuvering. It makes me long for some real flying, and how long it's been since I've been able to take my Citabria out for some aerobatics."

 

"I didn't want to ruin our first time together by seeming too forward at the end of our supper together. At least Abe didn't stick around too long. Something about the Cepheus and her warp drive failing again. I thought it was fixed so that they could maintain warp 3 on their own, but he was called away when the Challenger had to tractor her along."

 

::John lays down on his bunk, looking at his pictures hanging on the wall of his Citabria.:: "Computer, end personal log." After looking at it for a few minutes, thinking about his time with Hannah, he moves over to his desk and starts up his terminal.

 

Typing a message out, it begins "Dear Hannah, thank you for a wonderful time last night. I was wondering if you'd be interested in an old fashioned antique airplane ride with an old fashioned pilot some day….."

Edited August 10, 2009 by John McGee