Depressed part 1 "
By: Craig Witmore, Engineer, [RNPC]
Cohen , engineer , [NPC]

Stardate: 58206.15 2000

Cohen was sitting in the lounge, watching the stars. He held up his glass of synthehol and watched the stars reflect through the scintillation, swishing liquid. He sighed the sort of long sigh that was a clear indication. Should anyone be listing, that he was depressed about something. So depressed that the desperately wanted to talk to someone about it, but likewise too depressed to get up the energy to discuss it with anyone.

Maria glided several paces towards him, and then stopped short. She raised a nonexistent eyebrow and pursed her lips. Her eyes twinkled no less then the starts through Cohen’s glass as she stepped back and then moved diagonally across the bar.

She had not seen Craig come in; her back had been to the door at the time. She didn’t need to have seen him, though, to know that he was there.

“Craig Witmore,” she said softly.

Craig looked up and smiled. “Maria,” he said cheerfully. “Problem?”

She inclined her head slightly. “Him.”

“Who?”

“Cohen.”

He glanced in the direction she’d indicated.

“Cohen?”

“Yup.”

A smile broke across his face, and he shook his head. “We going to be talking in one-word sentences all night?”

Maria smiled in return. “Maybe.”

“What’s with Cohen?”

“He seems a little down.” She told him. “Since he is one of your crew, I thought you might want to cheer him up.”

“Isn’t that your department?” he asked, but he was already getting up from behind his table.

TBC