I...

...never really knew the commander.

After all, we only met a couple of months ago.

But, if I had to pick a single memory...

And how we always sat at the same counter.

It would be of that small restaurant...

...The one he always brought me to.

...with me on the right

...and him on the left...

And because of his left handedness...

...the commander's hand would always rub against mine...