December 28, 2016 by dellanioakes
“Blackmail? He gets you a sweet coffee machine and a research assistant without asking questions? You want it, it appears?”
“Oh. I dunno. Can’t anyone?” Lionel shrugged, confused. To him it seemed normal.
Arista shook her head, dark eyes focused on his. “Uh, no. What planet are you from, Doc?”
“Um—here?” He pointed down at his feet. He smiled self-consciously when he realized the question had been rhetorical.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes