Katie tiptoed around Razz's apartment, gathering her things, and taking care not to wake him when she left.  The "walk of shame" to the nearest taxi rank wasn't so bad; last night's clothes were just a sweater and jeans, and even though she'd woken up in his bed she was almost<em>entirely</em>certain she hadn't had sex with Razz.  He was surely too nice a guy to take advantage of her like that?<em>Yeah.</em>She could trust Razz.<br/><br/>Back in her apartment she checked her watch.  Time was tight, but one professional skill in which she was quite accomplished was the art of quickly making herself presentable.  Space travel made some passengers nervous, so it was important for stewards to always project an organised and unflustered appearance.  She had a very fast shower, avoiding getting her hair wet because she didn't have time to dry it, then started getting ready.<em>First day in a new job.</em>The nerves started to build in her stomach as she applied her makeup.  Doubts grew in her head like a fire.<em>Why did I stay up so late?  Why didn't I learn more about small ships, or the military?  I'm going to be late!  Why did I buy a dress this</em>short?<br/><br/>She scrambled into a taxi cab with about ten minutes to spare.  It was a ten minute journey - or was it?  She hadn't had time to actually check.<em>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!</em>