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refocused on my e-mails and was happy with the few responses I got in return to some of my inquiries. A couple of really great marketing firms were interested in setting up interviews with me! In my rush of excitement, I moved kind of jerkily and knocked over my cup of coffee. Thank goodness it didn’t spill onto my computer, but it did fall all over the floor.
“Shit,” I murmured to myself and then hopped down from the tall chair I was sitting in to clean up the mess.
“Let me help you.” The deep voice startled me and I looked up into silver colored eyes. His gaze was intense and he had a beautifully angular jaw and chin; his lips were full and pink, and his cheekbones high and well formed. His nose was a straight line and his eyebrows were slightly winged. He had a slight tan to his skin that brought out his eyes that much more. His hair was jet black, which made his eyes even brighter. He looked surreal; no one could have been that gorgeous. I was slightly stunned.
“I will go and fetch some more napkin,” he said before he turned and went over to the counter to get napkins. I realized I had spilled my coffee and that’s what I was supposed to be cleaning up. I grabbed what little napkins I had and then bent down to wipe up the mess. Soon he returned with more and we had the mess cleaned up, save for some stickiness on the floor.
“Uh, thank you…I’m Melanie,” I said after we had thrown out the napkins. I offered him my hand to shake, but he completely surprised me by taking it and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. He smiled warmly and I tried to stay the butterflies in my stomach and the tingles running up my arm from his kiss. Was this man even real?
“It is a pleasure to meet you Melanie. Next time be careful of your coffee,” he said without giving me his name. He let my hand go and with a smile he grabbed his untouched muffin and left the coffee shop. I watched him go and then shook myself before I continued replying to e-mails.
*****
Josiah
Melanie went through her day alone as she did most of her days. I did not like that she quit her job, even though she was unhappy she still had interaction with others. I did not like to see her alone. The moment we had in the coffee shop she seemed frightened of me, so I tried to leave before she could find real issue with my presence. I did not know why Melanie enraptured me so. I had successfully used most of my six months on this planet to observe the many ethnicities and stations of women. My report was hopeful that Rodonian men would be able to woo human women to Rodon.
I had returned to New York to try and track any patterns in the diversity of women and their cultures in the city with where they stood in society. I needed to complete my assessment of how I felt the human women would react to the changes of being brought to Rodon. I was learning that if they were given largely equal opportunities there would be no backlash given their Rodonian mates treated them properly. That’s when I came across Melanie. She was beautiful, like none other I’ve ever seen and I had observed many other beautiful women. She had a light about her that was almost tenfold when she decided to shake her unhappiness.
I chose to study her in my endeavors to understand the American woman in city life. Often I would be caught by the curve of her plump lips or the fullness of her breasts. It was difficult to stay my growing affections so that I could study her. One thing I did know about Melanie was that she had no family, no friends, and no job. Though she seemed optimistic about her future, I wanted something for her that would ground her.
I was quickly finding out that Melanie was not an accurate representative for what I was trying to seek. But as I followed her around from place to place I could not stop myself. Melanie was now returning to her home and this was where I needed to get stealthy. She was sensing my presence more and more and I had to remain unseen.
“Shit,” I murmured to myself and then hopped down from the tall chair I was sitting in to clean up the mess.
“Let me help you.” The deep voice startled me and I looked up into silver colored eyes. His gaze was intense and he had a beautifully angular jaw and chin; his lips were full and pink, and his cheekbones high and well formed. His nose was a straight line and his eyebrows were slightly winged. He had a slight tan to his skin that brought out his eyes that much more. His hair was jet black, which made his eyes even brighter. He looked surreal; no one could have been that gorgeous. I was slightly stunned.
“I will go and fetch some more napkin,” he said before he turned and went over to the counter to get napkins. I realized I had spilled my coffee and that’s what I was supposed to be cleaning up. I grabbed what little napkins I had and then bent down to wipe up the mess. Soon he returned with more and we had the mess cleaned up, save for some stickiness on the floor.
“Uh, thank you…I’m Melanie,” I said after we had thrown out the napkins. I offered him my hand to shake, but he completely surprised me by taking it and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. He smiled warmly and I tried to stay the butterflies in my stomach and the tingles running up my arm from his kiss. Was this man even real?
“It is a pleasure to meet you Melanie. Next time be careful of your coffee,” he said without giving me his name. He let my hand go and with a smile he grabbed his untouched muffin and left the coffee shop. I watched him go and then shook myself before I continued replying to e-mails.
*****
Josiah
Melanie went through her day alone as she did most of her days. I did not like that she quit her job, even though she was unhappy she still had interaction with others. I did not like to see her alone. The moment we had in the coffee shop she seemed frightened of me, so I tried to leave before she could find real issue with my presence. I did not know why Melanie enraptured me so. I had successfully used most of my six months on this planet to observe the many ethnicities and stations of women. My report was hopeful that Rodonian men would be able to woo human women to Rodon.
I had returned to New York to try and track any patterns in the diversity of women and their cultures in the city with where they stood in society. I needed to complete my assessment of how I felt the human women would react to the changes of being brought to Rodon. I was learning that if they were given largely equal opportunities there would be no backlash given their Rodonian mates treated them properly. That’s when I came across Melanie. She was beautiful, like none other I’ve ever seen and I had observed many other beautiful women. She had a light about her that was almost tenfold when she decided to shake her unhappiness.
I chose to study her in my endeavors to understand the American woman in city life. Often I would be caught by the curve of her plump lips or the fullness of her breasts. It was difficult to stay my growing affections so that I could study her. One thing I did know about Melanie was that she had no family, no friends, and no job. Though she seemed optimistic about her future, I wanted something for her that would ground her.
I was quickly finding out that Melanie was not an accurate representative for what I was trying to seek. But as I followed her around from place to place I could not stop myself. Melanie was now returning to her home and this was where I needed to get stealthy. She was sensing my presence more and more and I had to remain unseen.
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