Murdina Ritchie resisted the urge to bounce on her toes like an eager child as she and her fellow cadet Antoinette Moreau waited in line to order what she knew was the finest beverage in the universe. The dark roasted, almost smoky aroma from whatever it was that wasn"t quite coffee was thick in the air all around the little café tucked off the intersection of the two main concourses of Intergalactic Transport Depot Delta-Gamma-Delta. Now that they were closer to where the magic happened, the sugary smell of caramel was a more prominent undertone.
Her mouth was watering already.
Surely Moreau could smell it too, but to judge from her face all she felt was boredom. But Ritchie was no longer fooled by her buddy"s seeming lack of interest in anything around her. She knew it was a just façad
