“Settlement Day parades always last too long. I’m starving.”
“I know, I know. Let’s get back before the crowd heads to the transports.”
Walking against the flow of onlookers, the men pass the parade’s starting area. With most people following the colorful hover-floats and revelers, it’s quieter here, nearly deserted.
“Reminds you of the early days.”
“We spent so much time walking the perimeter after we landed. We should do that again.”
The taller man grabbed the other’s hand and blushed. “What about right now?”
“Now is good. Leave the parties to the newcomers.”
Smiling, they retraced their steps.