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A warm feeling spread through my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Zorak, I’d love to go with you,” I replied, squeezing his hand gently.

“Great! I promise it’ll be a number three you won’t forget!” He grinned, excitement dancing in his eyes.

So we sat, our hands still clasped, and I knew that taking this risk was the best choice I had ever made.

Chapter 15

Zorak

The Zukti food festival sprawled across the lush green lawn in a vibrant explosion of colors and aromas. Stalls adorned with ethereal, glowing fabrics showcased an array of delicacies from their corner of the galaxy. The Zukti were a graceful people, their slender forms and iridescent horns reflecting the festival lights. Their eyes, large and expressive, glowed with curiosity as they moved gracefully among the stalls, their laughter harmonizing with the lilting music that hung in the air.

As Vanessa and I approached the festival, the scent of exotic spices filled the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of grilled meats and fresh fruits. Lanterns made of delicate glowing leaves cast a soft, warm light, illuminating the faces of the Zukti as they savored their culinary creations. The stalls were a riot of colors, from the deep purples of rare Zukti berries to the vibrant reds of spiced sauces. Each vendor displayed their dishes with pride, their eyes lighting up as they described the intricate flavors and textures.

Vanessa’s eyes widened with wonder as she took in the sights and smells. “This place is incredible, Zorak,” she said, her voice filled with awe. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of pride. “I’m glad you like it. The Zukti are known throughout the galaxy for their culinary expertise. Come, let’s start with something light.”

I guided her toward a stall where a Zukti chef prepared delicate dumplings filled with a blend of exotic spices and minced meats. As we tasted the first bite, the flavors exploded in our mouths, a perfect balance of sweetness and heat. Vanessa’s eyes widened in delight, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at her reaction.

“This is amazing,” she exclaimed, her lips curved in a smile. “I never knew food could taste like this.”

I nodded, savoring the moment. “Food has a way of bringing people together, bridging gaps between cultures. It’s one of the things I love about exploring different worlds. There’s always something new and exciting to discover.” The festival buzzed around us, but in that moment, it felt like Vanessa and I were in a world of our own, connected by the shared experience of tasting something extraordinary.

Encouraged by Vanessa’s enthusiasm for the festival, I began to lead her around the stalls, introducing her to new and exciting flavors. We sampled roasted sushi drizzled with honey and tangy sauces made from Zukti fruits. We tasted sweet neon noodles topped with dried meats and chewy candied insects. We watched as a chef prepared a dish that had been simmering over a hot fire for hours, its aroma thick in the air.

At one stall, we were invited to partake in a traditional Zukti dance. As we twirled around the lawn, Vanessa laughed as I tried my best to mimic the Zukti’s graceful movements. Afterward, we rested beneath one of the glowing trees and shared a bowl of ice cream flavored with native savory spices that cooled our palates from the heat of the day. As we ate, I pointed out constellations in the night sky that I had researched to show her.

We continued our exploration until late in the evening, just when the Zukti started getting a bit more animated. Of course, freely flowing beverages did plenty to lower inhibitions and bring out everyone’s true nature, and I secretly hoped that the long-standing feud between the Orkarians and the Zukti could be set aside, at least for the evening.

So far, so good. No one had walked up to me yet and started anything, so I was hopeful that the jovial atmosphere and great food and drink would be enough to satiate their thirst for adventure until morning.

One particularly cheerful Zukti stumbled by us as we were lounging on the grass, apologizing for his less-than-graceful gait.

“It’s no trouble,” I said, instinctively moving closer to Vanessa in an attempt to shield her from any conflict that might arise. “Enjoying the festival?”

“Very much,” the Zukti being said as he spotted his friends at one of the booths. “Would you two like to come and join us at one of the best vendors around? You wouldn’t believe the drinks that this guy serves!”

Vanessa and I looked at each other, then shrugged playfully and pulled each other up off the grass.

“Why not?” she said. “Take us to your friends!”

We neared the group of Zukti who welcomed us and invited us to join them for drinks. Though they were not aware of my Orkarian background, they welcomed us like long-lost friends and before I knew it, my fears had melted away and we found ourselves seated in the center of the circle, sipping on hand-crafted cocktails made from rare local herbs. The evening flew by as we all exchanged stories and laughed until the stars began to disappear in the night sky.

Vanessa leaned over to me after a particularly raucous round of laughter and more drink orders. “I thought you said that Orkarians and Zukti were enemies?”

I smiled, equally as astonished that this newfound connection was taking place. “Apparently, there is a time and a place for animosity. And for friendship.”

We toasted each other, our new friends, and the superb cocktails as we continued intermingling and learning more about ourselves and each other.

I looked at Vanessa, her hair aglow with the light from the lanterns across the lawn. She was resplendent, and every muscle in my body tightened at the sight of her. This connection of ours… It had to work. It just had to. I didn’t know what a future without her looked like, and I wanted to soak up every minute of this magical time with her.

She turned to me, wiping sauce from her chin, her eyes taking on a soft, caring expression. “What are you looking at so intently?” she asked.

“You. I can’t stop looking at you,” I said, my body warm from her proximity. “I’m just so grateful you said yes to this experience, and that we can explore all of our other numbers together.”

Her body moved seductively toward mine, as if she couldn’t help it. “What do you say we try on a few more numbers for size?” she whispered, getting dangerously close to what was left of my self-control.

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