Danny
Most of the station is asleep in the bunk area, but not me. For some reason, I can't get my brain to shut off.
It's thinking about Hayden.
Again.
Sighing, I get up and grab a t-shirt. Shuffling to the commons area, I put it on before glancing at my watch.
One in the morning.
So much for hoping I'd be able to get some quality sleep on this shift. Stretching my arms back and forth, I contemplate either watching TV or going for a workout when I hear a noise in the apparatus bay.
No one should be in there at this time of night, or day, whatever the case may be. If they are, they're either looking for trouble or needing help. Immediately, my adrenaline spikes.
I'm surprised as I've ever been when I catch a whiff of Hayden's perfume and the blonde tint of her hair in the moonlight.
