Love
we shine like a burning star
we're falling from the sky
Tonight
The Fly by U2
It's not like she woke up one day and thought: Today I will have an affair with a strange man. That was not her style. All she wanted was a nice pair of silky briefs, then go home and curl up in bed with her holoplay. Maybe a cup of hot chocolate too.
She watched him walk down Pacific Avenue and board a shuttle to Eden. Playing hard to get, are we?
At the station, she scanned her pass at the gate and boarded the next shuttle to Eden. What was she doing? She didn't know, but she got the feeling that it had to do with a little thing called fate.