Continuing snippet inspired by Casz’s Moment of Writing Zen.
“…Birds and the Sky “ ~ Jed Nolo Gala
She stopped and pretended to read a digi-note on the platform, catching sight of him from the corner of her eye. Like most notes, this lacked any greenery – leaves, trees, gardens. Aside from the birds that could be seen (more often than not, crashing into the windows throughout the city), she tried to recall when she last saw anything ‘natural.’
“Going to the Gala,” she asked him when he finally approached her. There was no sign of the art that caught her attention earlier – strictly ‘standard look’ now.
He shrugged. “Expected to,” he said as he pointed at the words Jed Nolo. “Want to risk a demerit avoiding it?”
She flushed. It was tempting, daring and-. “Probably not.” She knew she had to complete her studies on time if she expected to keep her sanity.
“Too bad. Guess I’ll see you at the port then.”
They said nothing more once they boarded the transit.