I came to this station to offer my medical services during the war.
I ended up becoming infatuated with the most unlikely male you would imagine.
Just imagine, there's that dreadful Vorta diplomat, Weyoun.
He's a vile specimen, always weasling his way in and out of things, but something very peculiar about him caught my attention the very first time he approached me, asking of my profession.
I told him as dismissively as I could; how I was here to help all the soldiers that his Jem'Hadar wounded, and he just smiled and laughed...
and his eyes sparkled.
That was when I noticed them.
Icey blue, and sharp, but also very expressive.
They were beautiful, and I caught my breath. My heart spread up, and my toes began to hurt inside of my standard Starfleet-regulation work boots.
He turned away, and I shook my head, trying to clear it of these unusual (and definitely un-Starfleet!) thoughts.
But I saw him again on the promenade today, talking to station commander, Benjamin Sisko.
I stared after him, fixated on his sparkley blue eyes. He caught sight of me staring and gave me a diplomatic smile and nod of recognition.
I turned red, but smiled back.
He returned to his conversation with Sisko.
Aghast, I once again attempted to shake this feeling of strange amour, and went to seek solace in the infirmary, where doctor Bashir quickly saw me, saw my uniform, and put me to work culturing specimens of Andorian blood.
I worked efficiently, but was still distracted subconciously by the sparkle of that Vorta's eyes.
Unknown casualty in the Deep Space 9 bombing
this was found among the rubble near her body.
Stardate 64193.2
