My Star Trek One-Shots

Garak

You stepped into Garak's shop. He was working on a pair of pants. You stopped, watching him.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?" Garak asked.

"I don't know what to say," you said, taking a few steps closer.

"Well say something. I don't do well with awkward silences," said Garak.

"Me neither. What are you working on?" You asked.

"A pair of pants for a Bajoran that lives on the outer ring. She had a rip in it," said Garak.

"Ok. Doing anything this weekend?" You asked, walked over to stand next to Garak.

"Nothing besides work," Garak replied.

"Do you want to hang out maybe? Go walk around the Promenade?" You asked.

Garak stopped his work and turned to you, giving you a look. You gave him a shy smile.

"Are you asking me on a date, y/n?" Garak asked.

You hopped onto the counter, making sure to not sit on the pants.

"Depends how do you see it," You said.

There was a pause in the conversation.

"I would be delighted to eat without you, y/n. Does the Klingon place sounds good?" Garak asked, not looking up.

"Yeah. See you then."