Valentine’s Day (Star Trek: Deep Space 9, Garak/Bashir)

The door chimed. Bashir fidgeted with the table settings one last time before calling out “Enter.”

Garak’s smile widened as he stepped inside and took in the elaborate place settings on the table, complete with two white candles and a vase of roses. “My, my, doctor. To what do we owe the occasion?”

Bashir blushed and ushered Garak to his chair. “It’s an old Earth tradition called Valentine’s Day.” He looked over at the table. “It’s too much, isn’t it?” He reached for the candles, but Garak’s hand rested over his, stilling him.

“No, dear Bashir. I think it’s quite lovely.”

Bashir offered a weak smile. “Really? We don’t have to, you know. I’m just being silly.”

Garak smiled widely. “I like your brand of silly, doctor.”

“Thank you.” Bashir pressed the preset button on the replicator and carried the dish that appeared over to the table.