The Long Haul

Shimmering blue light filled the cockpit window as the Pegasus soared through hyperspace. Jeremy Nothic turned his gaze from the shiny lights and absently checked the cargo hold. Normally the long hauls didn’t affect him, but recently every minute around his copilot caused his insides to do backflips.

“I can’t believe we got a delivery to the Legarian System.” Brianna plopped down in the co-pilot chair, her auburn hair falling loosely around her shoulders. “I’ve read they have entire planets that people rent out to host parties that last for months!” She pulled out a fashion magazine and propped her boots up on the dash.

“Really, Bri? We’ve not even unloaded the cargo, and you’re already in vacation mode?” He reached over and knocked down one of her feet.