I am a bashful, dorky human woman — your average refugee on Risda III.

Haina is tall, blue, and magnificent. She is effortlessly confident, and her laugh is contagious. I might hide behind the candle section at the store in Risda’s port just to get a weekly glimpse at her when she makes her vendor runs.

I might be in love with her from afar. Someday I’ll get the courage to talk to her. Someday.

But fate steps in, and ‘someday’ turns out to be a lot sooner than I expected.