Dark eyes. Purple hair that faded to silver at the tips. Heart-shaped face. High cheekbones.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, but then I’m sure I’ll think that all Earthling females are beautiful too.
She wants nothing to do with me, and that’s fine. She can go ahead and be frustrated. Not my problem.
My problem is that I’m hungry, and I’m sure I can find a place where I can get some grub. The food here on Earth is nothing at all like what we eat on Kuria, which makes sense. Different plants, different animals, all that. Still, I don’t recall ever eating anything here that I didn’t care for. My friends say that I’ll eat anything, and I will. Whenever someone can’t finish their food, I’ll eat it. Elli, one of the female Kurians, likes to experiment with food. Fancies herself a cook. A lot of her concoctions aren’t well-received by the rest of our friends, but I’ll eat them. Not because I’m being polite. I’ll honestly eat just about anything.
It doesn’t take too long for me to head back toward where I met with the general. He’s nowhere to be found, but I do smell some meat cooking, and I follow my nose. A bunch of men are in uniform and sitting down to wooden tables, but beyond them, I spy a street and buildings and a restaurant. Hmm. Why shouldn’t I go and check out some Earthling hot spot? Plenty of people are walking in and out of the place, including some uniformed men and women.
That settled, I head on over. I get more than a few glances and second looks. Kids whisper to their parents, and the ladies… Let's just say that they seem a lot more receptive than the purple-haired woman with a mouth on her.
I open the door and stroll in. A woman dressed in a black shirt and skirt rushes over to me.
“Hello, sir.” She beams. “Can I help you?”
“I would like to know if it’s possible for me to eat here?”
She tilts her head to the side, her smile not shifting at all. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Well, you use money, right? Would it be possible to barter for my meal instead? I could wash dishes or slice vegetables or—”
“Oh, I’m sure we can work something out.” She beams and presses a few buttons on her tablet. “Right this way!”
The woman is very chipper, and she smiles and nods to other seated customers as she leads me to a table smack dab in the middle of the place. Everyone can have a good look at me as I sit down at the table meant for two.
“Georgia is your waitress. She’ll be over shortly. Enjoy!”
The woman’s barely walked away before I hear a faint cough.
I glance up to see two women standing there. One is giggling and nudging the other. Both have blond hair, but the giggling one has blue eyes. The others are green, and she looks a bit bored.
“My friend here,” the bored, green-eyed one starts, “thinks you’re hot.”
“Thank you,” I say to her, “but why isn’t she telling me?”
The blue-eyed girl’s face turns bright red. “I, ah, well, um, I…”
“She’s a bit shy, but she knows how to use her mouth in other ways.” The green-eyed girl shrugs. “Or so she says. I don’t know. But her mouth is big. Not that she’s a talker. Do you like talkers?”
“Seems like you’re a talker yourself,” I comment.
She rolls her eyes and turns to leave. Her friend protests, grabbing the first’s arm, but the green-eyed girl shrugs her off and returns to their table where a guy is waiting.
“Would you, ah… You’re alone…” The blue-eyed girl rubs the back of her neck. She’s so embarrassed. “I’m alone. Well, here with Jerrica and her boyfriend Todd, but, um, I’m alone, so maybe… Do you want to join us?”
“Thank you for the invitation, but I’m alone.”
“I know. You, ah, you don’t have to be.”
I eye her. She's young. Maybe early twenties. She doesn't seem to have a lot going for her if she's trying to pick up a guy she doesn't know anything about. I mean, what am I to her? A pet? A kind of prize? Her friend said she knows how to use her mouth, that it's big. A clear reference to oral sex, and while I'm not averse to that at all, I have to remember that I don't want some giggly, overly embarrassed girl to have her mouth around my cock. What if she starts to giggle at the thought of an alien dick in her mouth and accidentally bites me? Fuck that. Fuck no.
“I’m alone,” I say firmly.
“Oh. Okay then. I’m… I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“For bothering you.”
I eye her. "Look. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but if you want a guy to like you, don't have your friend talk for you. Don't have her mention your big mouth. Try not to be worried about fucking, and just, I don't know, be yourself, I guess."
The girl makes a face. “You’re trying to give me advice? You’re right. You don’t know me, okay? So…” She leans close. “You want me to be myself? Fine. I… I want to know if the rumors are true about alien cock.”
The girl reaches beneath the table for me.
I stand before her hand can come near my groin. “I think your friends are leaving.”
She shrugs. “They can leave. I can stay with you.”
“Jerrica,” I call, “don’t forget your friend.”
The blue-eyed girl pouts. “Are you sticking around?” she asks.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe I’ll see you around?”
“Maybe,” I repeat warily.
She giggles and waves before running back to her friends. And I mean she ran. The girl almost plowed into a waitress, who ends
