<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/LtCmdr02Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lt. Cmdr. Westmore<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 11, 2032 (Morning)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Roast in Space<br/><strong>With:</strong>Kira, Open<br/><hr/>Leon Westmore's grin turned into something much closer to a friendly smile and he winked. "Perhaps I am saying it to fish for compliments from a beautiful Irish lass."<br/><br/>He watched her go about her baking business as he sipped his coffee, admiring Kira's figure. It wasn't just idle talk when he had called her beautiful. She did look good in his eyes, and that Irish lilt of hers was something he could listen to all day.<br/><br/>"I'll certainly have one of those croissants for sure. Sounds like a good start for the day." He looked down at the maintenance report he had placed on the counter and turned it face down. Business could wait.  He blew on his coffee for a moment, took another, longer sip this time, before he asked:<br/><br/>"How do you do it, Kira? Always smiling, bright, friendly, no matter how hectic the place gets?"