I arranged one-on-one time with Fara after work the next day. Josh was my gleeful accessory, making faces and dragging Nate home when I suggested a shopping trip.
“Guess it’ll just be us,” I said, watching the others head for the nearest shuttle stop. Fara hmph’ed.
“Josh is usually up for shopping,” she said, staring after him with a thoughtful expression.
“I think he’s got other things in mind right now,” I said. Even as I spoke, Josh gave Nate a not-too-subtle pinch on the butt, and Nate jumped, laughed, and pulled Josh in for a kiss. I intertwined my fingers with Fara’s and tugged her towards the hangar bay for our own vehicle.
The market near IGoHA HQ was a mixing bowl, mostly full of humans and human goods—the culture and customs of humanity persevered despite no longer having our
