The first time he saw her out here he kept going, picked up his pace like he had somewhere to be. The second time she caught his pant leg as he passed, murmured, “Visit,” and pulled him by the cuff towards the shuttle a step before letting go. “You’re hungry,” she’d said with another little shove, those long bare legs swinging, swinging in the air. “Starving to death.” And then she’d stilled herself, looked up at him, eyes large and dark, solemn little mouth, “It’s ok. I can keep secrets too…”

-- Sundries: part two by katjen