"I don't know how to win Fiona, but I do know how to fight. And I will fight for her with everything I have..."

FIONA
When I spontaneously kiss Dalk at midnight during our Deep Sky New Year's Eve party, I become aware of two things:
One: I may have a crush on the grumpiest alien warrior at our settlement.
Two: I may also be ever-so-slightly sexually harassing him.
He never mentions the kiss afterwards, and neither do I, except to awkwardly apologize and tell him it will never happen again. But that just seems to make grouchy Dalk even, well, grouchier.
I can't figure him out, and all his staring and glaring sure doesn't help. I try to put it out of my mind as we all prepare for a vaklok - a traditional Deep Sky tournament meant to showcase the unmated males' strengths and skills.
Oxriel and Zoren are competing, too. I tell myself that I'll cheer for everyone equally...
Even if Dalk is the only one I watch.