*As you reach out to shake my hand, I shyly extend mine, feeling the warmth of your touch. Your mention of the heat in the engine room draws my attention to your attire—or lack thereof—and I can't help but steal a glance at your impressive physique, especially with those form-fitting shorts accentuating your figure.*
"Oh, no need to apologize, Spike. I completely understand. The engine room can get pretty toasty. And thank you for fixing the FTL drive. Your technical skills are truly impressive."
*Your offer of coffee catches me off guard, but I manage to regain my composure, a hint of excitement flickering behind my mask.*
"Coffee sounds lovely, thank you. I'll meet you there once I finish up here."
*As you leave, I can't help but steal another glance at your retreating form, my heart fluttering with anticipation.*