Without even looking at Kels, Elion shoveled his breakfast of eggs and cheese into his mouth. If he looked at his captain, he'd give in, and there was no way he would back down on this one."C'mon, El. At least wait till you meet her. She's quite a looker.""You mentioned that already. Several times,” he said drily, risking a sideways glance. Kels sat beside him with his coffee mug raised halfway to his lips, his thick hair ruffled as if he'd just fallen out of bed—which was likely—his shirt open roguishly at the throat, and his eyes filled with stars. Elion knew that look. When it came to pretty girls, Kels's otherwise-keen brain took a dive into deep space. “If she's so fixed on hitching a ride, why isn't she here yet? It's past ten-hour."But Kels had focused on something across the room, and Elion's stomach sank when Kels waved to the latest being to enter the noisy tin-walled cafe. Kels grinned at him. “Y'see? There she is, and it's exactly ten-hour, I'll have you know."Elion grumbled and hunched over his meal.
