Maybe it was some sort of kismet, or maybe it was just plain coincidence. At least that's what Logan Shepard thought as she continued to ponder. She stirred her drink, once, twice, and let her left cheek rest on the palm of her hand as her elbow was supported by the restaurant table she sat in front of. Someone cleared their throat, but she took no notice of it and kept wondering deeply.

She was so sure he had emotion. He had to have emotion; otherwise he wouldn't have those distracting metal ridges on the top of his head, but then again, he's a machine. Mechanisms don't have emotions, right?

Her ocean blue eyes traced the glass roof of the restaurant where space vehicles passed by in a blur. It was evening since the sky had a red hue to them, and she had never noticed such scenery before when she was running about during her spectre status that kept her reoccupied. None of that now though, since she was on vacation; having defeated the Collectors through the Omega 4 relay. She hated the task that was bestowed to her, but thinking back now she was glad that she gave the mission a chance or she would've never met such a sweet heart.

"Shepard!" Logan's thinking bubble popped and she was brought back to reality to stare at her colleague, Garrus Vakarian. The Turian saw her confused face and sighed with relief, withdrawing his hand from her hand that had stopped stirring her drink.

Logan smiled, "Sorry Garrus, I was just thinking back to our mission."

"I can see you've been doing that lately. Anything you'd like to share?" Garrus said, making himself comfortable in his seat.

"I'm fine, should we get going?" She stood and pulled a bill from her pocket and placed it on the table before she and the Turian stepped out of the restaurant and into Citadel plazas.

In a two-year span, a lot really had changed in the Citadel. The elevators were a bit confusing but it only took patience and memorizations, and the space cabs were fun to drive around. The new installments truly surprised Shepard, but what excited her most was her return home. After serving the military for eight years and saving the world's aft from the Reapers reign she can finally unload all her hard work off her shoulders and relax. She can imagine it, her in a nice warm bed instead of the Normandy's cabin; yes, that would be nice.

There was always a catch though. Sure, she can go back home, be with her family and friends, but the people who she really considers as friends and family would have to depart and move on with their lives. Especially Garrus, since she'd grown attached to the Turian she considered him the brother she never had, and yet he has a life and a future ahead of him; she won't stand in his way, after all he's been through.

"Shepard, if you wouldn't mind I'd like to talk about what happened between us aboard the Normandy." He was calm, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

Logan cleared her throat and wiped away an invisible dust from the blue blouse she was wearing.

"You had no way of knowing, Garrus, and we didn't move on with the relationship." Shepard explained, "It'll be fine."

"Trust me Garrus, don't throw your life away even if it's towards the hottest female Turian you'll ever see. If you enter my world, there's no turning back, but I'm not saying that I regret what I chose; I'm just… looking out for you, you know? You're like a brother to me, yeah." She smiled, and it warmed the Turian's heart.

"Shepard you never ceased to amaze me," He smiled, "Thank you, for everything."

The brunette just shook her head and laughed, "Come on soldier, let's go home."