“What I’d imagine?” Jenna laughed, a harsh sound out of her young face. “Fuck, man, I don’t imagine shit. I imagine getting off of this damn planet, that’s about all I imagine. And even that’s pretty goddamn fuzzy.” Jenna had an imagination, sure. But she didn’t have a lot to use it on; her range of experience was limited and her time for daydreaming even more so.
“Was a few turians came through a couple weeks back,” she went on slowly. “Stopped at the embassy downtown. Ugly sons a’ bitches.” She’d only heard about the asari and salarians by hearsay, words and pictures gleaned from torn newspapers, and she had to admit they sounded intriguing…but it was all pretty far removed from her day-to-day.
She turned on her heel, approached one of the buildings, shoved the door open and stepped in out of the cold wind. She didn’t hold the door or check to see if Hackett was following. If he meant to make good on his offer, he’d come along. If not…well, then, she’d be rid of him.
He followed behind her, his hand pressing against the glass window of the door as he slipped into the restaurant. Inside it smelled like grease and salt, and he inhaled softly. It had been far too long since he had had a burger. His mouth was already beginning to water. Looking down at the girl he frowned, immediately continuing their conversation.
“Everyone imagines, even if they don’t realize it.” His gaze flicked up to the menu lining the wall behind the counters. “It’s part of what makes us human. You probably have some ideas of what space is about, and how exactly did you come by them? You might have heard things here and there in the news, but I can promise you most of what you think is true is your own conceptions.”
His lips twitched upwards as he figured out what he was going to order. “So, what are you going to get?” He could almost taste the burger. This was a brilliant idea on her part, and he’d definitely have to thank her for showing him this place. “Get whatever you want, and anything you might want to take home.”