MerMay, kinda #7

Fiction, Writing

On the other side of the wall, walking down the sidewalk towards the door, Chris was being introduced to Priska.

“So have you know Marius long,” Priska asked as they dodged a drunk moving dazedly past.

Chris grinned. “Yes and no? I met him the first time while working on a Naval salvage contract. He was the expert brought in to confirm they’d found what they were looking for, and I was one of the overseers making sure the dive crews didn’t break anything. We didn’t actually start spending time together until a couple years later when I moved to Seattle.”