"Munakata-san, Captain -"
He looks up from the blank paper he's staring on.
When did change Seri so much? Where did the rident, bushing, tender young women go he met in a café, working as a waitress to finance her studies?
And, more importantly, when did she start to call him by his last name?
He should have payed more attention. He feels a trace of guilt.
"Yes?"
She's talking about numbers and control systems and names he's pretty sure he's never heared of. But of course he nods. Never show your incertitude.
When she's finished he smiles politely.
"Would you like to have dinner with me today, Lieutnant?"
She blushes and for a moment she's 19 again and asks if he would like to have sugar in his coffee.
"I-It would be an honour, Captain."
Easy people are so easy.