(private RP) a dinner date
Really, dinner with Leonard was no reason to be nervous. Hypothetically. But as Christine walked the not-incredible distance from her quarters to his, she was undoubtedly nervous.
Dressed in a plain grey dress and sensible shoes, she could have been going anywhere. Instead of anywhere, though, she was going to Leonard McCoy's room for a date, and immediately felt about twelve about the whole thing. It had been a while since her last first date. Longer than a while since it had been with someone who was already close to her.
The walk wasn't long enough for too much wandering mind, though, because she soon found herself outside his door. And ringing for entrance.
Dressed in a plain grey dress and sensible shoes, she could have been going anywhere. Instead of anywhere, though, she was going to Leonard McCoy's room for a date, and immediately felt about twelve about the whole thing. It had been a while since her last first date. Longer than a while since it had been with someone who was already close to her.
The walk wasn't long enough for too much wandering mind, though, because she soon found herself outside his door. And ringing for entrance.