Bean Crushers [ It had been an interesting morning for Kirk, to say the least. It wasn't every day that you woke up with someone like Jack in your bed, and god it had been great. There was a certain pep in his step as he cruised into Bean Crushers, practically humming to himself despite the notion in his head that he was the one experiencing a glitch instead of the other way around.
At first, Kirk didn't recognize Chekov as he glanced around the coffee shop. But those curls were unmistakeable, even with a couple of decades added to them. Coffee in hand, Kirk came over to Chekov and smiled, waving his hand in greeting. ]