Tate was in the middle of doing her homework (even if she was a junior ambassador, she was still in high school), when there was a knock on her door.
"Come in," she said.
The door opened, and in came a young man.
"You're Tate Brown?" he asked.
"Yep," Tate said, standing up, now looking like an adult, instead of her real teenager self. "What can I do for you?"
"You're an alien, right?"
Tate gave him a startled look.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Oh sorry. My Uncle Tom is one of the negociators."
"Tom Harris?"
"Harris? No, Fredrickson."
"Ahh," and Tate smiled, seeing her attempt to trip him up had been foiled. "Well, yes, I am. Why do you want to know? Think your uncle has been telling tall tales?"
"My uncle is always telling tall tales," he grinned. "My name is Joe."
"Well, Joe. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I was wondering, and you might think this is silly, but, I've been this Star Trek fan for years - and just about ever other alien related media. And well, I've always wanted to meet one, and uhh... I was hoping, could I get your autograph?"
Tate stared. Then started laughing.
"What?" Joe asked, bewildered.
"Sure," Tate grinned, sensing he was at least being genuine. "And would you like to go out for coffee or something too?"
"Yeah okay! Hey are you really a shapeshifter? What do you think of human food? How is it different from food from your native planet? Are you- "
"Whoa, whoa, one thing at a time," Tate laughed.
Tate enjoyed the company of the enthusiastic Joe, if only for amusement purposes, and made a mental note to check up on security.