Misha pursed her lips and looked at the two vendors.
It was unlike her—a woman with her background and upbringing— to be so trusting. But, thinking about it, perhaps it was because after going through so many months of hopelessness, she was eager to place her heart on someone.
A Terran woman who had not lost her light, and an aborigine man who was in love with her.
…how could she not feel even a little bit expectant?
At this thought, her back straightened as she exuded grace and confidence. She wanted this to work out somehow. She didn't know how, exactly, but she'd definitely do her best.
"I apologize for scaring you, but I mean no harm. I genuinely want to talk…" she said, shifting to the local lingua franca as she pointed at the products. "About the items."
