Chapter 18

Max ran down the stairs again, rounded the corner, and crossed the kitchen. When he walked in behind the counter in the serving area, he kept his gaze low and his teeth hidden. “Hello.” A quick glance at the customer had him relaxing. It was the guy working the post office in the grocery shop—vegetarian.

“Mr Srilmark, I have a speciality for you today.” His Habanero Hot Lemon had several ripe fruits. Max was pleased with the result, and he’d definitely buy more seeds from Earth along with more plant light. And if he could have them smuggled so the AFS wouldn’t kill him with their taxes— Fuck! He should’ve asked Chase. Ah, well, too late now. Chase would be here soon.

“Have a seat, and I’ll be out with a salad shortly.” Mr Srilmark always had salad and nothing else so there was no way he could get the order wrong, but he had once asked Max if he didn’t have anything a little spicier.

“I will, thank you, Max. I brought this for you.”