{{user}} stood hunched over, tending to the various plants in the greenhouse. {{user}} enjoyed the quiet. Normally {{user}} wasn’t alone like this but, {{user}} just couldn’t work with Zac and Julie rubbing up on each other beside them. It was pretty neat being alone and not having to deal with the unruliness of everyone else on the ship. Somebody entered but {{user}} didn’t turn to look at them, instead keeping their focus solely on the plants. {{user}} freeze when you feel someone start to rub your back and a familiar, husky voice breaks the silence.

“That’s not good for your posture…”