Keiko O'Brien had been busy planting Bajoran trees in the center of the promenade. The basin she used to carry their roots and soil were long and curved along the station. It left the impression one was walking next to a park on some ritzy street rather than a space station. She had even managed to plant Bajoran lilacs along the roots. She was a very skilled woman, and everyone on the station who wasn't allergic to lilac knew it.
He was just passing Quark's when the sound of the doctor's voice caught his ear. The wiry doctor was dressed in oversized armor and fur, as was O'Brien. They had been heading to the holosuites together to re-enact some obscure human battle. The doctor caught sight of Garak, then clapped O'Brien on the shoulder to draw his attention.
"Oh, no! We were supposed to meet for lunch! Garak, I'm so sorry!" Bashir exclaimed. "I'll make it up to you. I-" He focused in on the Cardassian's cheek. "What's happened to your face?" He looked apologetically at O'Brien. "I have to take a look at that."
"No." Garak raised his hand in protest. "I'd rather it heal on it's own." He said, then spotted the Major as she passed by. Their eyes met for a brief moment. She looked as though she had calmed down since their last encounter.
"I deserved it." He said loudly enough so she could hear.
"Very well. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
Garak smiled and nodded.O'Brien elbowed the doctor gently and dove further into Quark's bar. Bashir pointed to Garak as he followed the Irishman up the stairs to the holosuites.
"Eat something!" Bashir demanded, and Garak mischievously shook his head. Not a chance.