She had never known what it was Chantal saw in her, why she had reached out. Nessa had figured at first it would be just another in a series of failed relationships, but she was willing to try in part because she had nothing else to do. Anything was better than being bored to death on Europa.
The colony on Jupiter’s moon was fine, of course, beautiful even, encased in a series of greenhouse-like structures that helped maintain a lovely moderate climate constantly. But Nessa was used to ships and ports, and Europa was closer to general life planetside than anything else. It had taken some getting used to; it had taken some push from Chantal.
“You mean you’ve never gone to the Ice Park?” she’d asked Nessa on one of their chat sessions. The Ice Park was very large and reportedly very beauti
