[For Starbuck]

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Kara Thrace has never struck Lew as a woman particularly inclined towards the traditional idea of romance. She's as independent as they come, male or female, and he'd never dream of belittling that. In fact, it's one of the things he likes about her best -- She's a woman that demands respect, that deserves it. She knows what she wants, and is

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Kara herself hadn't known what to wear, but between the green cargo pants and tanktops and the single dress she owned, there was really only one choice. She'd already worn the black cotton dress several times before, enough so that the depth of color had begun to fade under the island sun, but it was clean and only slightly wrinkled, and she had to say as she walked towards the Compound, it was cooler in a skirt.

She saw Nixon before he saw her, just the back of his head where he waited at the Compound, and the hint of something orange in his hands. Kara swallowed down the sudden swell of nerves at the sight and tugged at the hem of her dress. She wished she'd kept her boots, rather than the simple black flats on her feet. At least then something about the situation would be familiar. It wasn't that she was afraid of men, or even of attention. It was that it was this kind of attention that had thrown her so far from her comfort zone, but Kara put on her gameface, looking not unlike she did in the cockpit, aside from the dress

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Lew turns, his face splitting with a smile when he sees her. "Hey yourself," he greets in return, and motions to her with his free hand. "You look great. My ego really doesn't need to be any bigger, you didn't have to wear a dress for me."

She looks a little tense, but it's not entirely unexpected. Hell, he's a little tense himself, he's just exceptional at hiding it. The shot he drank before leaving the house didn't hurt, either. He holds the flowers her way, trying to keep it casual.

"I don't know how they do things where you come from, but I was taught that when you take a lady to dinner, you bring her flowers. And, I thought you might like them, too. Don't feel like you have to keep them to spare my ego, though. The dress more than makes up for it."

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"Right," said Kara. She eyed the flowers before she reached out her hand to take them. They smelled good - she could tell as much even before she'd pulled them towards herself, and she wondered what she was meant to do with them all night. Carry them, she supposed, and punch anyone who dared crack a smile.

"Thanks," she told him, again picking at the dress. "I figured a tanktop wasn't going to cut it," she said, and swallowed. "I didn't bring you anything."

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That makes Lew chuckle, but it's warm. He shakes his head. "You not standing me up is plenty," he points out, and then motions towards the path away from the Compound. "Shall we?" he asks.