orbit - part I/?

Boe was waiting outside, just as Jayme had asked her to. She was leaning up against the side of the warehouse, her long, dark hair sticking to the rough brick building. A lighter was being twirled in her hand - a pink plastic one. 

"You smoke?" Jayme asked. He jumped from the large doorway of the building and to the road of the alley. 

"No," Boe smiled, pocketing the lighter. "I just like to burn shit." 

Jayme snorted. 

They turned a left and made their way back to the battered main road, not talking. He could feel her holding her breathe, wanting to ask about the exchange inside the building, but not daring to. Even bounty hunters are too afraid to bite the hand that feeds them, he thought. Good. Let her be.  

He had only hired her a week prior, and Jayme was already captivated by Boe. In the best and worst ways.

"We should get back," Boe said, looking up at the sky. "It's close to dark."

Jayme nodded, looking up as well. The sun was setting, and the little light that was cast over the city was eclipsed by the Queen's ship - a huge thing, made of metals Jayme couldn't pronounce, with price tags that would take years to pay off.

Of course the ship was so spectacular to him. He was just a thug on a tiny, unimportant planet. He wasn't even really sure why the Queen was here, when she could be in the comfort of her own planet, far, far away from this one.

Jayme preferred to think about the ship instead of the woman who owned it. It made things a lot simpler to him.

The meeting that just happened didn't help, though, but he decided that he would just repress that, too.

He curled his hand into a fist.

"Hey," Boe said, noticing his slowed pace. Her lighter was out again. Jayme noticed it had marks written on it in black - something in a different language. "You good?"

Jayme nodded.

Boe studied him for a second, and then - either out of satisfaction or disinterest, Jayme couldn't tell - began to continue on. She walked in front of him, down the wet sidewalks, in front of the shop windows and their owners and the materials within them.

Jayme could see the bulge of her guns in the pockets of her jeans. Her hair nearly reached them, dark and thick, and the dark tattoos that completely covered her body drew attention away from the barely concealed weapons that were scattered in her jacket and shirt and boots.

Jayme knew he could find those weapons on her, if he wanted to.

He knew she would let him find them.

He decided not too. Not only was he utterly uninterested, but the ship was also there in the sky, looming over his planet - just as the person within it did every other planet in this galaxy.

He cursed her, and continued to follow Boe - would continue to, if it meant escape from the Queen.

"Would you hurry up?" Boe turned to yell, and nearly knocked into a man with green skin and large eyes.

"Sorry," he muttered.