She laughed as they stood by the tent entrance. She opened her purse, pulling out a large, thin wrapped gift. "Well, this is for you. It's a little dumb."
"You don't know that," she muttered. Inside was a meticulously framed picture. It was the two of them after one of them must have said something funny. Francis wore his standard suit, his hair slicked back in its normal style and Poppy wore a lab coat, her goggles on her forehead. Her head was ducked slightly as she laughed, stray strands of auburn, curly hair falling in front of her face, and he was watching her, his lips parted in a playful grin, his eyes warm as he studied her affectionately. Their postures suggested a close and relaxed relationship. The background seemed to be the lab on the ship. She cleared her throat. "Phos took that on the first couple of days on the ship, right after our first meeting. We weren't together at the time."
She pursed her lips, running a hand through her hair. "When he was trying to tell me that you had a crush on me."
