Jealousy on a Platter

"Ms. Vance, may I come to you for resonance again next time?"

"That depends on your luck," Marcella replied. For the time being, she had no intention of giving anyone special treatment.

"I'll stand in line," Enzo said with a smile.

Instead of tipping her with galactic credits and merits, he left behind a spatial button filled entirely with seafood.

Zane was immediately indignant. Again—copying me.