[For lt_cmmdr_scott]

[nyota_uhura24]

Fat snowflakes were still drifting slowly to the ground, meaning that the crowd at Uhura's was perfectly content to keep sipping spiced apple cider and chatting with Nyota and her sisters. Since it was Tuesday there was no musician, but at least the regulars seemed to think the snowy day called for music and kept feeding coins into the jukebox. She dropped off a burger and fries at one of the tables and commiserated with the elderly man about the weather before staring back to the kitchen. A man sitting at the counter caught her eye, and she paused to look at him. It wasn't unheard of for whites to eat here, since her father had made it clear that he didn't care what color people were, but it was still unusual, and something about the set of his shoulders and the look on his face prompted a swell of sympathy. Walking over and smiling gently, she asked, "Can I get you anything?"