Dinner in the cafeteria seemed as unromantic as ever, so they opted for sandwiches and beers in the lounge. Julie suggested a round of EineySteiney, but Bandicut’s head already hurt with images of balls hurtling through Einsteinian fields. “Could we just talk, instead?” he asked nervously.
“Sure,” she said, eyes laughing. “Imagine that! A man, wanting to just talk!”
“Aw, come on. We’re not that bad, are we?”
“Well, you might yet qualify as a credit to your species. I’ll let you know later.” Julie took a bite of her club sandwich and said with a mischievous grin, “Want to see my holos, back in my place, after we eat?”
He smiled and didn’t answer.
/// Not now—please!
Not when we have so much to— ///
/Go to hell,/ he thought cordially. /Tomorrow might be yours—but tonight is my own./ He grinned at Julie, and she returned it with her eyes.