I am the red in the rose
The flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor
Scotty wasn't all that surprised by Nyota's décor in her room.
The colors were soothing, greens and blues combined with accents of red, purple, and yellow. It had a garden feel to it, like you'd just stepped into a little piece of Eden.
She sat down heavily on the bed, her toes curling into the soft fabric of a rug she'd gotten on the last shore leave, separating the roses dyed into it.
"It's the same color as your hair," she noted with a playful smirk. Scotty nodded, taking his seat beside her, grinning widely.
"Aye," he agreed. "It is."