One way

[depthlesslock]

Or another

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[protective_logic]

The man shrugs. "Do whatever you want. But don't bother my customer too much."

[depthlesslock]

He taps the side of his head in a two fingered salute. 'Yes, sir.'

[protective_logic]

Smithson passes his customer's credchip back across and salutes briefly. "Have a good one."

[depthlesslock]

York nods and takes the chip. He always liked Smithson.

Business finished, he turns to leave, but makes a quick stop by Delta, holding out the paper with his comm number on. 'Here. In case you change your mind.'

[protective_logic]

Delta looks up, shocked. "I... what?"

[depthlesslock]

He waves the paper a bit, smiling. 'In case you change your mind,' he repeats. 'Or, if you just want to chat.'

[protective_logic]

Wow that man has the nicest smile?

"I... I'll keep it," Delta promises. Maybe... he can find some time. At the very least for the coffee.

[depthlesslock]

York beams and hands him the paper.

'Awesome. See you around, Delta.' He turns back for the door, fitting his helmet over his head as he presses the button to open the airlock.

[protective_logic]

Delta stares, and it's just before York steps into the airlock that he speak.

"You will. See me around."

[depthlesslock]

York turns in the airlock as he hears Delta. Under his helmet, he's smiling wide, but he's only got time for a thumbs up before the airlock closes between them.