Youd been up for hours, on the balcony. Watching the few stars you could see in the sky. Zuan didn’t have good air quality so two stars felt like heaven.

Silco had been in bed, sleeping after a shift in the mines. His body wrapped in your sheets. But your eyes stayed on the stars and the ember of your cigarette.

So caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t hear Silco get out of bed. He leaned on the balcony doorway, admiring your figure in what little moonlight could reach the undercity.

“Can I bum that from you?” Silco asks with a grin from behind you.