"So I was ship's medic on this independent hauler out in the Verge, mostly cargo but we'd take passengers if they were going our way. One trip out we've got this accountant for Paragon- normally she wouldn't have touched a rustbucket like that, but the ship she was supposed to be on ran into some kinda trouble and she couldn't wait for another one. Anyway, she kept to herself most of the first leg, but then our second stopover she lost an argument with some local fauna, had to stay in the medbay a day and a half for observation, we got to talking. After that, she'd show up to meals with the crew now and then, swing by to chat, I didn't think much of it except maybe it was her first time outside a Corp facility and she'd learned we didn't have fleas." Doors turns over a couple of skewers, grinning to herself.
"Then she shows up on our passenger list again two cycles later. And again three cycles after that. And we keep talking, she keeps getting into scrapes, starts bringing me little thank-you-and-sorry-I-made-your-job-harder gifts. Finally I get up the nerve to ask her out and it turns out she'd been deliberately booking the worst, most convoluted flight plans, supposedly to save the corp a few credits but actually so she could keep flying on the Delphinium Jane and keep running into me, and she'd been too shy to say anything!"