Aliens and Dates

❝People are so busy searching, wanting more, that they are sometimes unable to see what is right under their noses.❞

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IF I WERE TO DESCRIBE THIS encounter in a few words, especially the last thirty-seven minutes of conversation, it would definitely be: a test of patience. And I was almost losing it.

You know those people who never seem to listen to you? Who don't listen to themselves, but instead just wait for their turn to speak in a conversation? Wanting to say everything, tell you everything about their day, give every possible detail, and, let's be honest here, completely useless for my ears to hear?

So, unfortunately, I was dealing with that kind of person at the moment. And, by all the gods that exist in this vast universe, if someone is listening to me (other than my company), please take me out of this so I can get better. It doesn't even have to be a place that's so good (here's a great example of English murder, kids! Don't be like that, be better! Read the dictionary, please) that's much less perfect for me to live in, it just has to be better than hearing Wayne's voice — which was becoming less and less bearable for my ears to hear — and that would be enough for me.

However, unfortunately for me, Patrícia kept talking about the doctor who treated her sister earlier, especially how extremely attractive and handsome he was to be in that area, just like her own mother had even blatantly hit on him (wasn't she married? Or did I read the messages wrong?), but he preferred to look at Patrícia's direction with the greatest desire in the world, clearly implying that she was his type and not her mother.

According to her, right? Possibly the guy didn't even pay attention to her, he was just surprised that she was too dressed up to be taking her younger sister to the doctor. I don't doubt anything at this point in the game, to be completely honest.

With one hand supporting one of my cheeks, not even caring if my makeup was being undone because of this slightly uncomfortable position, I just watched Patrícia talk and talk more and more, occasionally stopping so I could order a donut, a dark chocolate cupcake, and an espresso from the waitresses, more than happy to indulge in the spices of what I discovered was also a pastry shop (and a very good one, at that), especially knowing that Wayne had an account at that place because she came here so often, and that she would be more than happy to pay the whole bill.

At least she's good for something, right? Definitely less stingy than the last guy I went out with, who I could already tell how controlling he was by the way he ordered things for me at the expensive restaurant he took me to.

That guy made me eat two bowls of salad! He also stated that I was too fat for his taste and that I would have to change my eating habits if I wanted to have a chance at dating him.

I didn't want to, so I kicked him right in the balls in the middle of the extremely fancy restaurant, making a brief scene in the middle of the place, saying how bad the guy was in bed, completely losing my patience after having to put up with him talking about the gym and the company he was going to inherit from his father next year for more than fifty minutes.

Luckily, I got free food from the elderly lady who was sitting next to us the whole time, probably listening to our conversation since we sat down at the table, saying how men nowadays don't appreciate what they have, even if it's right under their noses.

I loved that lady. To the point that I sat with her while having a good dinner, talking to her for more than three hours! Too bad she wasn't from New York, she was just visiting the family of one of the few grandchildren who cared about her at that age.

— "Harley?" — I heard Patricia's voice calling me from a distance, however, my brain didn't want to pay attention to her call, so it went back to comparing her to all the other guys I had dated in the last few months, not even having the mercy to decide that, yes, Wayne wasn't for me. — "Harley, are you listening to me?! Couldn't you at least pretend to care?! I left my boyfriend alone in my apartment to come and meet you, you could at least try to seem interested in being my friend!"

With that, Patricia managed not only to capture my full attention but also a small flame of anger at me. I believe my emotions must have been quite explicit in my facial expression, because the woman with sun-kissed skin gave a haughty smile when I looked into her eyes, her expression covered in her confidence that was starting to irritate me deeply.

— "Boyfriend?" — I asked, hoping I hadn't heard her right. It was a joke, right? — "You have a boyfriend, and you're on a dating app?" — She even opened her mouth to answer me, but I was quicker to say the next words with my best-disgusted tone: — "And hitting on a doctor, who had a promise ring on his finger?"

Patricia almost seemed shocked by my last statement, before becoming strangely radiant, which left me very confused.

Why the hell was that woman happy, damn it?!

— "You were listening to me!" — Those words came out with such happiness in her previously angry tone of voice, that I was genuinely a little dizzy with it, not getting lost by a hair's breadth in my reasoning.

Seriously, how needy is this woman, after all? Doesn't she have money for therapy? She needs it, you know.

And this is coming from a former psychologist, who also happens to have been a potential sociopath. Or was I? Screw it, no one cares. That's not important right now.

Rolling my eyes a little hard as I remembered that I had already heard that last statement from an ex-girlfriend of mine in my past life, which instantly turned her into a spoiled brat, I put my strawberry milkshake aside, being very harsh in my next words: — "It's obvious that I was listening to you, I came here especially to meet you, in case you don't remember. And, unlike you, I want to hear you."

To my surprise, Wayne quickly understood my passive-aggressive comment, and it didn't take me a minute to respond with the same rudeness: — "And do you have anything to say? — Patricia seemed very proud of her answer, which left me a little confused, but when she continued, I understood: — "I already know everything about you! You're broke, you don't even have money for your rent, you'll probably have to move back in with your parents when you get evicted, and you still live off favors from an old man who doesn't even like you."

— "How do you-"

— "You talk a lot through audio, which is always more than three minutes long." — Wayne's perfectly aligned eyebrows raised, also seeming proud to say this, almost as if pointing out all my weaknesses or flaws made her feel automatically superior. Why wasn't I exactly surprised to notice this? — "Do you know who sends me audio messages that are longer than three minutes? My grandmother."

I knew what I would do if I didn't control myself, so I clutched the red fabric of my rented dress under the table tightly, certain that if the woman in front of me irritated me even a little more, one of two things would happen; either I would ruin my dress, or I would give up on controlling myself and break that nose that I knew was pure plastic, so Patricia would be able to buy herself a new nose.

Before I could figure out which side of me was going to win at that moment, the most surreal thing happened; the air seemed to change, and the atmosphere of the café seemed to become heavier all of a sudden, even though everyone was exactly where they were, I knew something had changed.

The woman with Filipino features all over her face remained normal, as if not even that was able to make her see the shit that had just come out of her mouth as if it was completely normal for her to do things like that. So that was it, this meeting needs to end now.

Decided on my next actions, I ignored all my negative emotions and just picked up my bag with my belongings that were on the table, not even deigning to smile one last time in Wayne's direction, automatically heading out of the establishment without looking back once, feeling a horrible foreboding take over my body.

However, before I could take more than three steps onto the sidewalk from the café that I discovered was called Sweet Dreams, I saw some people looking up at the sky, looking completely shocked by whatever it was.

This would have gone unnoticed by me in another situation, if it weren't for many people simply stopping what they were doing, standing like statues in the middle of the sidewalk; even some cars stopped in the middle of the highway, acting as if something bigger than them was happening.

Frowning at the sight of such an event I had never witnessed before, I raised my chin in the next instant, hoping not to find anything out of the ordinary, but I was surprised to see a huge (it didn't seem big, but it was obviously so from the great distance) portal in the sky of New York and, as if that wasn't enough, several strange beings coming out of the circle, floating as if the laws of physics didn't apply to them, beings that clearly weren't from this world, but from space.

They were aliens.

"You've got to be kidding, right?"

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