She watched with frustration as the blond guard stood sentinel mere feet from her.
In space, no two merchants offered the same supplies, which meant many ships were often commissioned simultaneously.
Two or three ships were scheduled every few days, in order to maintain a variety of stock. She’d known a merchant ship would be docking today. Embracing her both as an old friend and hated foe. The sounds of the ship, like a living thing, enveloped her. Her body threatened to collapse under the weight of the ship’s artificial gravity, as fatigue began to set in. She struggled to steady her breathing, afraid someone would hear her. Damp blond curls tangled around her face, falling toward her ragged excuse for clothing and dirty bare feet. Heavy adrenaline coursed through her veins. Analia crouched in the shadows of the docking bay-shaking with fear, anticipation-hidden behind a large pile of cargo.
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