"Pretty lady, eh? Hm...", Sean said and gazed on his marriage ring, which was located at the annular finger of his right hand.
"Well, good luck with that, then!"
In a few hours a shuttle from Holman Outpost should arrive. He reached with his right hand to his forehead as he noticed a piercing pain subtly spreading across his head. The stress took it's toll and for a moment he thought about ending his shift for this day.
"Don't worry, it will all work out. Liv should be here soon. Just be a bit more optimistic, Sean.", he thought and tried to convince himself that the future would bring more fortunate times. Then he stood up, strolled towards the bar and grabbed a glass to fill it with beer.