The communications desk consisted of a small booth that contained the output printer of a computer and an attractive dark-haired giri. Automation or not, Leoh decided, no machine can replace a girl’s smile.
A lanky, thin-faced youth was half-leaning on the booth’s counter, his legs crossed nervously. He was trying to talk to the girl. He had curly blond hair and crystal blue eyes; his clothes consisted of an ill-fitting pair of slacks and a tunic. A small traveler’s kit rested on the floor by his feet.
“So, I was sort of, well, thinking .., maybe somebody might, uh, show me around … a little,” he was stammering to the girl. “I’ve never been, uh here … I mean, on Acquatainia, that is … before….”
“It’s the most beautiful planet in the galaxy,” said the girl. “Its cities are the finest.”
“Yes … well, I was sort of thinking … that is, maybe you … eh….”
She smiled coolly. “I very seldom leave the station. There’s so much to see and do here.”
“Oh… .”
“You’re making a mistake,” Leoh interrupted. “If you have such a beautiful planet for your home world, why in the name of the gods of intellect don’t you go down there and enjoy it? I’ll wager you haven’t been out in the natural beauty and fine cities you spoke of since you started working here at the station.”
“Why, you’re right,” she said, surprised-
“You see? You youngsters are all alike. You never think further than the ends of your noses. You should return to the planet, young lady, and see the sunshine again. Why don’t you visit the university at the capital city? Plenty of open space and greenery, lots of sunshine and available young men!”