8 Graduation Ceremony
Everyone gathered in Maverick’s galley. TrysKa and Alex went to the minuscule excuse for a kitchen. It shouldn’t have been possible for more than one body to maneuver the tight space, but they’d developed a complex dance.
TrysKa went to the cabinet-covered wall and squatted down. Her crisp linen pilot’s uniform creased and stretched in attractive ways. Alex decided his boots were suddenly very interesting. She pulled cans and dehydrated veggies out and held them behind her back one at a time. Alex took each one from her soft brown hands. The cans he set on the tiny countertop in a perfect grid pattern. His can-opening invention, something that looked like a spider with a flattened belly, crawled over each one, unscrewing the lids.
The dehydrated herbs and vegetab
