The Expanse, page 19
The Captain nodded. “We can set something up as soon as you’d like.”
Trip set a hand on the portfolio, then asked, a bit shyly, “Have I ever shown you a picture of Lizzie? Any of her work?”
“No,” Archer said. “I’d love to take a look.” He scooted over on the bed, making room for Trip to sit next to him.
Tucker opened the portfolio to reveal the hologram of a beautiful, smiling young woman. “This is my favorite one of her,” he said. Archer looked down at the picture, and smiled himself.
Outside the window, alien stars streamed past.
J. M. Dillard, The Expanse
