Flight
"You can’t go out there," he yelled racing to catch up with the redhead,"it’s dangerous out there!"
She turned around flashing him a brilliant smile,"Relax"
"Relax?! How cam I relax when you insist on going out there!"
"You wanna cone with," she asked casually walking over to the big brass fountain in the middle of the small sandstone building.
"What!?"
"Come on Zane it’ll be fun"
"Fun?! You think this will be fun!"
"Yup"
Zane gaped at her.
She laughed,"You look like a fish"
He closed his mouth. "Well ,"he muttered grudgingly "someone needs to keep an eye on you."
"Great! I'll meet you at the junkyard tomorrow," she grinned and walked out of the coffee shop.
He stared at the door for a long time after she left.
"Excuse me sir, we are closed," said the store's owner.
"Oh sorry," Zane said and walked out of the shop thinking ,'this is going to be one strange week.'
Zane stepped out into the musty air. He frowned ' the filters must not be working again.' The streets gleamed silver ,reflecting the light of Ceres's moons. He walked home slowly, thinking about the first time he had met her.
IT was rainning that day. As usual he was working at the bookstore. Then she came in. At first he thought that she wad lost, but no she had walked straight up to the help desk where he and Nez were working.
"May I help you," Nez asked.
"Yeah I'm looking for a book called Flight."
"Flight?"
"Yeah do you have it?"
"Never heard of it,"Nez said preplexed.
"I have," Zane said, "it's an old book, buried in the stacks somewhere."
"Great! How much is it?"
"5 dinzi," he told her.