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Maya swung into the office and paused to glare at her sister who was tiredly curled on the small couch. "What time did you come in again? I know you crawled out of bed...early. Really early." she huffed, annoyed that she'd been woken up by her sister slipping out of bed. It'd been cold.

"Early" Aya admitted, sipping from her coffee mug slowly. It was still damn hot. "Cherion needed me to double check something, make sure he was really ready to go out on his ship this morning..."

"And?" Maya prompted "Why didn't you come home and at least shower after that? You've been here hours! Did you start rereading files again?" she fixed a glare on her other half and tapped her foot.

Aya rolled her eyes and waved at her currently empty desk "No, see, look. No files. No bitten nails, no fretting. I went to breakfast I'll have you know."

"Right, you ate? Down in the cafeteria I suppose? A muffin isn't a meal Aya..." Maya started, conveniently forgetting her own tendency to eat lightly when in company.

"No, a real meal. Down the street at a place called Nana's." I have a few left overs, you want them?" her wave was towards the mini fridge in the corner now. Irrationally she kind of hoped Maya declined. The meal had been good, and she rather looked forward to finishing it.

"What...wait. You had to have gone with someone." Maya concluded, her gaze shifting the fridge and then back to her sister. "Spill"

"You act like I don't go out of my own volition..." Aya tried, knowing that the tactic wouldn't work in the least. "Fine. Yes." she grated after a moment. "I worked with Dr. Dilan for a time this morning as well. We went to breakfast."

"We. Went. To. Breakfast." Maya repeated, just to make sure she'd heard right. "You went out with Dilan?" she was, admittedly, a little jealous. This wasn't how things worked usually. "Well? How'd it go?"

"Go?" Aya repeated, mind a little stuck on how Maya had decided to phrase it. Like it was a date or something. "Umm. He's oddly adorable when he rambles? And he snores in little noises. It's cute."

"...WHAT?!" Maya narrowed her eyes, scanning her sister from head to toe "How did you get him to bed so quickly?!" in her experience that wasn't her sister's style at all.

"Huh?" Aya was equally perplexed, coffee mug frozen before her lips. "Bed? No, he just fell asleep!"

"...how did you put him to sleep?!" that was, somehow, a lot worse. "What did you say?!"

Suddenly, the coffee just wasn't that important. Aya set the mug aside and stood, stretching until her spine creaked "It wasn't my fault Maya. He said it wasn't my fault okay? He was here early. Very early. He needed sleep, it happened." she rambled quickly, trying to get the facts out before she managed to convince herself she had messed up somewhere. "We kind of talked, he said we were beautiful, and he didn't want to ask me about mitochondrials alright?"

Maya blinked, trying to sort through the verbal flood "You just...let him fall asleep? Of course you did..." she sighed, reaching up to rub her forehead "You worry like that. We're beautiful huh?" maybe it hadn't been an utter disaster?

"...yeah." Aya sighed, turning to rifling through her filing cabinets as the clock ticked towards her first appointment "And he'd like to ask you to a meal sometime. Say yes, he's nice."

"I think I will, if he remembers to ask." Maya assured, reaching forward to pluck out the proper file before Aya reached it. After all, file fetching was her job. "I guess I should have woken up early too huh?" she admitted.

"Nah, two of us would have screwed up his patient." Aya noted off hand. "Maybe we can all go to breakfast together, his friend Braig offered..."

"...wait. Repeat. You went to breakfast with Dilan and got an offer from Braig for the same?" Maya was...stunned. Literally, blankly, stunned.

"Close your mouth, Maya." Aya groused, finally reaching out for her coffee. "I was just...there. If I'm busy when he comes up with a date for it, go in my stead alright? Now, Mr. Callden..."

"...you know Aya, some days..." Maya trailed off, not sure if she should strangle her sister or laugh in glee. "...some days. Right. Mr. Callden."

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