You were a Bajoran security officer on DS9. You were taught to hate Cardassians. But that didn't stop you from making a friendship with Garak, a Cardassian.
You joined Garak as he walked down the Promenade.
"Hello, y/n. How's your day been?" Garak asked.
"Fantastic. What about you?" You asked.
"I'm brilliant," said Garak.
A pause.
"How's work going?" You asked as you passed a group of Bajorans outside a shrine. Their piercing gazes watched you two as you passed.
"Fine. I've been busy," Garak said.
"Me too. Do you want to go to the second level?" You asked.
"Sure," Garak said, smiling at you. You two climbed the stairs and took a walk down the wall of windows. You stopped at a window and sat on the rim. Garak stood beside you.
"So what do you want to talk about?" You asked.
"What's your favorite star constellation?" Garak said out of the blue.
You hummed. "The Little Dipper. What about you?"
"Canis Major," Garak replied, sitting next to you.
You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder.
"Do you want to go out sometime?" You asked.
"Yes. Why don't we meet at that little Bajoran place across from the Klingon place?" Garak asked.
"Sure," you answered.
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