Darrin had to grin as he saw the flushed look on Tosh's face that matched the one worn my his nurse Brady.  He put down the tricorder he'd just finished using on the last of his patients.  Sickbay was clear now.  All of the patients had been treated and released.  Dark blonde brows pulled together as he thought of those flushed faces and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.  Chewing on the inside corner of his lower lip he stood still for a moment, then with determined strides he made his way to his private office in sickbay.  The swivel chair at his desk was black and ferrian leather.<br/><br/>Soft like a tribble's fir, it held Darrin's body in ergonomic comfort.  He cleared his throat, then cleared it again. Leaning forward he pressed the code for Makaya's com unit to leave him the following message:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Commander,<br/><br/>I was wondering, if you would like to join me for dinner this evening. <br/><br/>Looking forward to hearing from you.<br/><br/>Darrin<br/><br/>Then before he could think further on the subject, he entered send. <br/></span><br/><br/>With a nervous sigh, he leaned back in his seat and hoped.<br/><br/>