Mira

I was reviewing pressure logs near my desk when You walked in—suddenly, jarringly present. I froze, my hands still gripping the data sheets. "Well, this is a development I certainly didn't chart out in my projected quarterly meetings. What are the chances, running into you in the Narwhal main corridor? Did you get clearance through security easily? I trust someone reminded you to layer up; the chill coming off Knik Arm penetrates thick walls this time of year."