Well, good... I like that better than just having great pork chops. :~D
But, you meet a man of mystery in my story...
At first, Verlabeana didn’t think anything unusual about the Fragnolean snarf trader that came in that evening. His type came in all the time. But she noticed him staring at her through the eyes in the back of his head. When she turned he looked away as if he didn’t want her to see that he’d been giving her the once over.
She knew these types were lonely and at the far reaches of the galaxy, snarf traders rarely encountered female carbon-based units. His attention made her smile, and then she forgot about it.
But when she took his order, she knew this one was different.
He didn’t order the pork chops.