Free An Alien’s Touch by Jennifer Scocum

An Alien’s Touch
    Chapter One
    We all have read those epic love stories – Snow White coming back to life after the magical kiss, Rapunzel being saved by her prince in shining armor and Jasmine finding her love in the most unexpected place.
    But not every love story is a fairy tale.
    There are some stories that start in the most unexpected places and end without a true lover’s kiss, with no goodbye, no last words. Although that doesn’t mean that they are any less important than those epic tales.
    It is just a different side of love – the one that leaves you craving for more.
    My story was one of that kind too! It started in a restaurant and didn’t really end.
     
    It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I decided to treat myself with some love. I, being a lonely city girl didn’t have a lot of friends. For me, a treat meant going to a lavish restaurant and eating as much as I could.
    Yes, it might sound really depressing to go out and have a Sunday lunch at a lavish restaurant alone, but I have always found it fascinating. Right from the start, I didn’t have any friends. I was a misfit and couldn’t get along with people in my school or college. People often used to call me introvert or a wallflower.
    Frankly, I never had any problem with that. I was happy being a wallflower, watching everything from a distance and often finding joy in the happiness of others. I am one of those people who cry at weddings, who cry while watching happy endings, who cry when I attend a baby shower, who cry while watching those romantic marriage proposals on YouTube. The reason is pretty simple! It is because I know that I am not going to have either of them. I have made solace with the fact that my life has come to a standstill. What I had is all that I am going to have! There would be no romantic proposals, no weddings, no happily ever after for me. I was living in my present, living my life as fast as I could and always trying to eat my dessert first. Because life is short and you can always order another dessert at the end (again!).
    Just because I was alone, didn’t mean that I was depressed. I have always been the happiest person in the room. My lack of companionship and friends has never been the reason for my loneliness. I have always loved myself more than anyone else. A lot of time, I have been called selfish for having the same motto, but as I said, I have never really cared about what others have thought of me. It was never my concern.
    “Are you expecting any company, ma’am?” the server asked. If I would have been any other girl, the question could have made me sad. The server knew and tried to ask the question in the most polite manner to avoid any unwanted situation.
    “No. I am on my own!” I passed a smile and was ready to place my order.
    “If you don’t mind, ma’am, can you sit on one of those single booths, made for people who eat alone. The view from the booth is really nice and you are going to love it,” he said and made a polite gesture. I gave him a disgusted look and lost my appetite. I was in no mood to sit at those booths. Yes, I looked at the setting and it seemed really pretty. Nevertheless, I found it a little rude.
    “I am sorry, ma’am. I do not mean to sound rude. It is just that we have a long queue of people who are waiting. There would be no point in occupying two seats if you are… on your own,” he continued and I got his motive. If I would have been in his place, I might have done the same. He was just trying to do his job.
    “It’s fine. I will go and sit at one of those booths!” I stood up and sat in the newly designed booths for “people like me!”
    He pulled my chair and I looked at the beautiful city view. The collaboration of buildings looked beautiful. We were facing the Central Park and could see the limitless green grass, finding the end of its trail to the urban jungle of skyscrapers. It was both beautiful and sad, and I tried to find some happiness in the