An uncontrollable feeling came over him, and he looked around the cafe. There wasn’t too many single people. A group of friends was off sort of in a different part. Lots of older couples. Had already passed through the gauntlet. He was the only guy he could tell. If there...

They never had tea in  Spacecity he always drank coffee. Everyone drank coffee, not maybe because they wanted that was just all there was he guessed. 

He would have had either he thought. When his friend had invited him, Ryan. If he’d told him it was a coffee shop he’d...

It was now almost an hour. His tea was getting cold. Not that he minded it though, the whole experience. He was pretty happy about, it was one of those things that would make him always want to do things like this. He felt like the first hour after a...

"I'll just a take a pot of this, or something like it."

"Yes, a convert, uh we have a few, this is a more lighter one, so won't be so punchy."

"Cool, I'll, yeah take a pot of that."

"Its good for a first date." The tea guy said and winked. 

He wanted...

The cafe was warm. Sweaty even. From the outside the windows were covered in steam. He didn’t understand why, until he opened the door. Tea, the cafe really only did tea. He hadn’t seen this before. There was no large espresso machine proudly displayed for you to see or a...

He got into his car. He didn’t remember all the things that were there. It had been awhile since he’d been in the car. Fuck he thought he didn’t even know what if he had gas in the car. It had been parked on the road for a few days...

The day had come. He thought about cancelling. For about an hour he sat at the end of his bed with his phone in hand. He thought about cancelling, it seemed like a much bigger thing. 

The only thing he was looking forward was to recollect. It would be nice...

Up in  Spacecity he was worried about coming home. He was worried, he try to do too much. Spend money, he always talked up there about mountain biking. Not that he did it on Earth before Spacecity, but he felt like he would after, he wanted to after. So much...

He tried to keep up with the people from back then. Most them sent him snarky messages that they were keeping up with him just fine. Insulating they were stalking his shit now that he was in their jurisdiction. 

But after a few months, 3 or 4, the text stop...

The microwave became his best friend or the  chef of his kitchen. The only thing he’d buy were microwaveable meals, mac and cheese and other pasta bakes. He trusted the Mac and cheese the most the others kind of freaked him out. He didn’t trust if people were refrigerating it...