She was late. Not that that was unusual in any way. The good doctor often breezed in late, having had to attend to some emergency or on her way to do so.
In a way Beverly felt like she had to remind Jean-Luc that she was worth remembering. It was too easy to start taking old friends for granted and she didn’t like the feeling that she was becoming just a part of the scenery of his life.
Jean-Luc Picard entered the lounge, and was immediately hailed by the beautiful beacon of Beverly's fiery red hair. She smiled and waved to him, a flippant gesture that sent his head spinning despite every effort to the contrary.
