dw100 | "Brief Encounter" (894, Charley Pollard, echo Clara, G)

Charley had to admit, the floating cafe of Deneb was extraordinary. She picked up one of the seafoam-green petit fours, popping it into her mouth.

"Your tea" the waitress, a brunette with a quite chirpy tone, said. "Though if you ask me, the cakes are rubbish. Try the souffle if you can. "

"I'll keep that in mind, " Charley said. "And thank you. I feel like I could murder my tea right now. I'm Charley, ...er..."

She glanced at the waitress' name tag. It was smudged and nearly illegible.

"Oh, Klare," the waitress answered, smiling, "I'm Klare Oswin. "