The captain quietly talks with his crew as I avert my gaze elsewhere. I was waiting for a tip, a single word that I would need to leave this ship.
"Come on Torah, we're going to the bridge." The Captain stands and leads us out of the canteen.
I tried to ignore the way he spoke, and how I hung on to every word, like he was the One, and his words were the Gospel. I tried to ignore how beautiful he looked, even in the industrial lighting of the corridors. I tried to ignore the way my heart thumped every time he smiled.
When we walked on the bridge, it changed. It was incredible. People were running the ship from this very room.
I exhale. "It's magnificent."
Kirk saunters over to a chair in the middle of the room, raised above all others, like a throne. He was a king, and this was his kingdom.
"Wanna take a seat in... /the chair/?" He asks me, patting his knee in a saucy manner. Heat rises to my cheeks.
"I am fine with standing Captain."
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