Meanwhile, far above in the trading station, Rex stood in his quarters, deep in thought. On the table in front of him were two holo screens displaying swimsuits. One was a sleek, sexy design that would highlight Cleo's every curve. The other was a more modest but elegant piece that left a little more to the imagination.
Rex let out a heavy sigh, scratching the back of his head. "This is impossible," he muttered. "If I pick the sexy one, I'll have to deal with everyone ogling her and probably fighting half the passengers by the end of the day."
He frowned, leaning closer to the screens. "But if I pick the modest one, she'll just call me boring and pick the sexy one anyway. Damn it. Why is this so complicated?"
Behind him, Cleo's holographic form flickered into view. She tilted her head, watching him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Rex, are you really stressing over a swimsuit? You've fought wars, survived impossible odds, and commanded armies. But this?"
