They locked eyes for a few seconds before Silva finally spoke, "Stacy," he called her name.
"Hey, Silva." She returned the greeting and walked closer. She looked down, as if avoiding his face. "I heard you survived the gate, I was happy about that," she said.
Silva looked at her. He couldn't describe what he felt toward her. It wasn't hate, he didn't despise her even in the slightest, but it was like he couldn't even begin to be bothered about her.
"Yeah, I got lucky," he responded, keeping it short. She looked up.
"Since we haven't seen each other for a long time, how about we grab something to eat together, for old times' sake?"
'For old times' sake, huh? How easily you say that,' Silva thought, but on the outside, he had a smile. "Sure, that would be great. I'm done with my business here, so when you are done we can leave," he said.
"Oh, we can leave now. I just had some cores I wanted to sell, but I can do that later," she said.
