We arrived at the restaurant and had to wait, even
though we had a reservation. It was a small establishment and we were
just a bit early. The lobby was very comfortable. A loud murmuring broke out on the other
side of the room. Vid screens were set up running the interstellar
news. Several other patrons were clustered around the screens. I
pulled up the news on my link, protests had broken out on several
worlds. Students had begun to demonstrate against corruption and
unfair laws. At the capital, the protesters had occupied a few
government buildings and had demanded reforms. The protest had been
put down, hard. Special operation units of the ESS had stormed the
buildings using stunners and knock out gas. Resisters were beaten
rather badly. All were arrested and tried with capital crimes. The
pictures the newsies were showing were all rather graphic. I switched
them off my link, no reason to ruin our dinner. I noticed the maître
d waving at us, our table was ready.
The inside of Roadhouse was simply breathtaking. The
room was circular with tables spiraling out to the center of the
room. A bar area occupied the middle of the room. The kitchen must
have been below with wait staff bringing the food up lifts. Our
table, while not the closest to the window, was right in front of it.
Everything was perfect. The view from the top of the station was just
awesome. I was watching the lifts when I felt a soft tap on my arm.
Turning I noticed my date smirking at me.
Oops. I smiled and said “ sorry about that I had an
engineer moment. The lift system looked kind of cool and I got
mesmerized watching it.”
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