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Shepard walked out of Mordin's lab mortified. How did he know what Garrus and she had talked about a few days ago? God, she needs a drink. Shepard walked to the elevator. Chambers called out something as she walked past but Shepard ignored her. As soon as the elevator arrived at deck three, Shepard made a beeline to Port Observation. Kasumi was at her usual spot, curled up on one of the couches.
"Hey Shep," Kasumi called out. "I was just thinking about you."
"Really?" Shepard asked as she went to the bar, not really interested in talking. Aha! Serrice Ice Brandy. She poured herself a generous measure and slammed it back.
"The word is that Garrus really likes you," Kasumi said mischievously. "I can never tell with turians. I think you should go for it. A lot of people want to see you two together."
"Oh god," moaned Shepard, covering her face with her hands. Shepard poured herself another shot and drank it. "You too? Can't I get some privacy on my own goddamned ship?"
"C'mon, Shep! You've lived on ships your whole life!" exclaimed the thief. "You should know what scuttlebutt is like."
Shepard grimaced. Kasumi had a point. "But how did it get around so quickly? We only talked about it... us a few days ago!"
"You two aren't exactly subtle about it," Kasumi explained. "The lingering glances, the shy smiles, the way your eyes light up when one of you enters the room. Anyone with eyes could see it happening... Wait a minute! Did you say you two talked about it? Are you going on a date? Dinner and a movie? Need help with a dress?"
Oh god. Shepard had made it worse. She refilled her glass.