It's literally a remake of Passengers (Closed!)(O/O)

Anneliese smiled happily and looked over at him, picking up the bowl and holding it out to him, "Here you go." In all honesty she was quite surprised that it gave her the food, she had no clue that she was a Gold Member passenger.

"Looks like I'm poor," he said with a grin, taking it from her hands and walking to the nearest table.

She chuckled, "And I'm rich?" She looked around and found something that looked decently good, tapping on the panel and waiting for the food to dispense so she could eat, "Is it bad that I had no clue that I was a Gold Member?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I didn't know I wasn't. How much did you pay for the ticket?"
(Normal tickets are $100,000)

"Quite a lot… I think $175,000 or so?" She shrugged and sat down next to him with her food in her hands, "What about you?"

He raised his eyebrows. "$100,000. Well, damn and I thought I got ripped off.

She chuckled lightly, "I mean, I thought about it and I figured that if I was going to be traveling through space I'd want to have everything they offered."

"See, I could barely afford the ticket." He sat down and took a bite of the cereal. "Had to sell my dog, too. Many tears were shed for gallant Brad the Pug."

"You used to have a dog?" She asked curiously, small smile on her face, "What did Brad the Pug look like?" Anneliese started eating happily, trying her best to not seem like she stuffing the food in her face as fast as she could.

"Ugly as hell, but adorable." He smiled as he thought of the glorious Brad. "He's very chunky because his Dad is too soft on him, and he loves to get carried."

She chuckled lightly and nodded, "He sounds like a nice dog, I wish they would've let people take their pets along if they had the room."

"I did my research, actually," he said, pointing the spoon lazily in her direction. "They can't survive the deep-freeze of the chryochambers."

"Maybe there's different technology that could work better on animals?" She suggested, starting to think about if there was a way that the animals could survive the journey.

"I'm not smart enough for that shit," he said with a chuckle. "I worked at a fucking warehouse."

She chuckled lightly and shrugged, "I'm not much help in that category, I was studying to become an engineer, cryochambers and how they affect animals is not anywhere near what I know about."

He shrugged. "I had a hobby in journalism, believe it or not. No one would give me a job because I was too 'controversial with my language.'" He shook his head. "Like I'm the only person in the word that fucking curses."

She laughed and finished off the rest of her food, pushing the empty plate away from herself, "I don't think you are, I have a tendency to curse like a sailor if I'm seething mad or if something hurts me quite badly."

"So I just suck at writing?" This was a trap he set on anyone who gave him that reaction, so he his his grin with a spoonful of cereal.

"I highly doubt that you suck at writing." She said, smiling, "I think that maybe you were just trying to get your work published by the wrong people. Try to find a source that doesn't give a shit about the swearing."

He thought for a moment, then his grin grew. Got her. "And how am I supposed to do that in the middle of space?"

She shrugged, "Simple. Keep a journal, write about the days. Not to be a debbie downer but since we woke up from the cryo we're probably going to die on this ship before we reach our destination. People would pay big money to read about what life was like on the ship with only an annoying girl and Mark the Robot as companions."

"Ah, yes, Mark." Damn, she's smart.
"And, by the way, you aren't annoying. I can think of 12 people off the top of my head that are more annoying than you."

Anneliese chuckled and smiled, "You don't think I'm annoying?" She asked, standing up and grabbing her plate to find where she needed to put it away, "That's a first."

There was a small chute next to the dispenser with a light blue light tube highlighting it. "Why would you be annoying?"

"People say I talk too much, especially if the topic is something that I like." She walked to the chute and put her plate and silverware in it, heading back over to Milo.

He shrugged. "To be honest, I like having someone like that in this situation. Gives me something to listen to other than Mark the Fuckbot saying 'You shouldn't be here.'"

She chuckled and sat back down, looking at him, "Mark should stop with the whole 'you shouldn't be here' act once his computer brain realizes that we can't go back into cryosleep, though I'm glad my nonstop talking is good for something.

"Fucking Mark."
He leaned his head back and began drinking the milk, spilling a little bit down the side of his face as his hands shook.

"Mark the fucking asshole bot." She glanced around the room as she waited for him to be done, the milk spilled on the side of his face quite obvious to her for a reason she couldn't figure out.

He set the empty bowl down on the table and wiping his face, grinning. "Whoops, I guess."