Lucy didn't think to make herself look more presentable before opening the door. What's a little bedhead in the face of comfort, after all? Opening the door, it was just as she imagined it; a young man (a handsome one, at that) dressed smartly in the red and white ship uniform, one hand on the handle of a cart, the other holding a silver tray-top, letting Lucy see and smell the delicious dish before her. Flat, fluffy pancakes just waiting to be drenched in syrup, with crispy bacon and fluffy eggs waiting on a separate tray to the side, with a bowl of fresh fruit just behind. A small pitcher of orange juice completed the breakfast special, along with a single white flower, compliments of the cruise. Lucy breathed deeply, letting the smell wash over her, before looking back to the man with a smile.
The attendant, meanwhile, was getting an eyeful of his own. What Lucy hadn't realized was that, as she slept, the knot she had tied in the fabric belt had come undone, letting her robe go loose. When she sprang to her feet to get to the door, everything bounced free along with her, her robe now open and letting everything hang out. Of course, the two fluffy circular things the young man was looking at were anything but flat, but he was enjoying the display about as much as Lucy was enjoying hers.
"Mmm!" Lucy said, "Looks good, doesn't it?"
"I'll say!" the employee said back, punctuating his reply with a nervous chuckle. "Shall I, uh, bring this in for you?"
"Please!" Lucy said, clasping her hands together, before stepping aside in the doorway to allow him to pass. As he did, her eyes followed the tray; at one point looking straight down her chest to see, and....
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