<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Kira_McKlane.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kira McKlane<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 11, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Roast In Space<br/><strong>With:</strong>Leon Westmore,  Open<br/><hr/><br/>Lt Commander Westmore's suggestion that he might be fishing for compliments from Kira only served to make her grin larger, if not blush slightly at the suggestion of her beauty.  She always considered herself to be attractive, but her threshold for attractive and those she might be attractive to seemed to not include individuals like Leon.  Somehow she imagined his tastes being more for high flying pilots or military officers, not lonely cafe barista's and cafe owners.  The suggestion that he might find Kira attractive caused her to drop her eyes from the young Lt Commander in deference.<br/><br/>"Thank ya kindly Leon for sa'in as much."  She wasn't sure what a man like that would see in a woman like her, but she wasn't going to dismiss the comment without consideration.  She caught him watching her as she turned out the croissants from the banking sheets, giving him a shy smirk.  She was sure the her face was red but the suggestion he would take a croissant gave her a chance to turn her attention away long enough to compose herself.  Putting a croissant on a plate, she turned to Lt Commander Westmore as he asked her secret to staying so positive.<br/><br/>"Hare ya go Leon."  She started as she lay the plate before him.  "Wh' 'am Irish o'course."  Kira finished softly with a wink as if she'd just told him the secret recipe to her family recipes before turning back to help another customer who had approached the counter.  "Ther' ya go sweets."  She said handing the young woman a cup of coffee before turning back to placing the hot croissants on a plate for the display.