It was a lucky thing that the next day was the start of a weekend. They woke late and starting from the moment Myrtus carried Veronica to his shower, soaping up her breasts under the stream of water, they could not be moved to leave.
They ordered in food and cuddled on his couch, watching classic action movies from Veronica's home culture. He'd asked for a few because she'd mentioned the genre at the party. He was becoming fascinated by the version of history embodied in the plots and stories; the periods of warring, the imperial court intrigues, the fanciful acrobatics and deadly grace of the martial arts as depicted with deft stuntwork, the sheer variety of weaponry.
She'd asked to watch whatever Myrtus considered the equivalent in turian movies. She didn't complain about or question the more declamatory style that still permeated Palaveni productions, finding just as much to appreciate about the themes of duty, of thwarted romances, of the consequences of overarching ambitions, the glorification of martial spirit.
It was so easy to talk to her, to discover how they interpreted the same things they were watching differently and what it all meant. They whiled away hours that way and did not even notice. Myrtus had never known such happiness with another as this. He looked at her, leaning against his side, how she was given to outbursts of enthusiasm, of nimble mind and fingers, and could not imagine any other in her place.
"Veronica."
"Yeah?"
"I. Ah... Overhead. You were looking for someone to fill the position of Official Booty Call."
He reached out, taking her hand in his.
"What do you think of me?"
"I like you," she replied.
Myrtus' mandibles twitched. That wasn't precise enough, which made a trickle of unease go down his spine.
"... I really, really like you. Very much. You're way past the Official Booty Call position, if you must know," she continued.
Veronica was looking at him steadily.
"I want... I want more, since I like you so very much."
"Very, very much?" Myrtus grinned, leaning close.
Veronica giggled.
"Very, very."
He nudged his forehead against hers.
"Then actually..." his voice pitched lower. "That means you love me, doesn't it? Say it properly, Miss Wei."
Veronica's cheeks blushed and she grinned.
"All right, Mr. Daedjian. I love you. Do you love me?"
"That I do," he crooned, squeezing her hand. "I do love you."
"Awesome."
It was to nobody's surprise at work that they became a confirmed couple. The software programmers (Myrtus vowed to finally learn all their names properly) were entirely happy for Veronica. Davidson immediately invited them to go out dancing with him and Samantha. Rubellin complained heartily about how terribly mushy it all was. Tenax had no objections to mush, and in fact rather liked the secondhand exposure to different foods, music, and movies. Myrtus and Veronica continued to stumble harmlessly against each other's different cultures anyway, and that he found supremely amusing still.
For once, Myrtus wasn't confused by Veronica's human hyperboles. It was simply awesome.
Finis