What am I supposed to do, argue you out of your feelings?”I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing actually came to mind. He’d actually hit...the nail squarely on the head, once I considered his point. These were my feelings, and they weren’t going away.He looked at me for a moment longer, then turned his head away and muttered, “Just go then, but I’m having this house. You want to go, go, but don’t come back.”It was then I knew that this wasn’t the run-of-the-mill argument. Something. This was his last chance for two weeks to fulfill his promise to his older brother. ‘What do you want Greg?’ Callia asked, her heart pounding as he lifted her bag up off of the floor. ‘I wanted to apologize for the other day. I was out of line and more than a little creepy,’ Greg told her. ‘You could say that again,’ Callia grumbled, taking her bag from him and slinging it over her shoulder. ‘You shouldn’t carry that,’ Greg said. ‘I’m fine,’ Callia retorted stubbornly. ‘You’re what, six. Shadows were beginning to form as the sun slowly sank, touching the horizon. Ross found the isolated spot he wanted well away from any other car and shut off the engine. He walked casually towards the buildings and went inside. He found his favorite bench and sat down to watch. One of his favorite pastimes was sitting alone in the mall watching the girls as they went from shop to shop. He had seen one young lady, about thirty, enter just ahead of him. She had parked in the same general area. Every planet and species had something that another planet or species wanted, and nearly zero-cost FTL travel made easy trade possible. The items wanted ranged from necessities to the aesthetic, so there was plenty of room for exchange.They had the means of travel and communication, so all they needed was a universal means of exchanging wealth. There was nothing that every species wanted or needed, so it was impossible to find a physical item that would satisfy everybody. Good faith was the.