“Come in. Come in. You can sit wherever you want. I’m not picky about that sort of thing.”
Greeting people at the door was hardly necessary, but that never stopped him. Luca enjoyed standing there with a smiling face to ease the process of entering his domain. A hand raised to straighten his glasses--frames that almost felt too large for his young eyes.
It was, perhaps, understandable that his ‘office’ of sorts would be as strange as him. For the most part it looked strangely similar to the sitting quarters of the officer rooms. Only difference was the desk toward the side of the room and the fact that there was more than his certifications on the walls. There were holopictures of various places that served no purpose and odds an ends that seemed downright archaic such as paper posters.
“You must be Luca and I’m obviously Mika. No, wait, reverse that. I’m Dr. Fierro, but you can call me Luca. Should I call you Mika or Ms Nikole or Lieutenant? Agent? Or...” He pressed his lips together then laughed nervously as he walked back to his desk and picked up an actual book regarding spies. “Starfleet doesn’t have agents, I don’t think. Not from what I remember. But I always loved that. Just... secret agents, going off, seducing the girl. What about you?”
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