Free An Alien’s Touch by Jennifer Scocum Page A

view, concentrating on the green grass and trees. There was only one other man who was sitting two seats away from me. I looked at him and realized that he was staring at the view too, without blinking his eyes. He was lost in his own thoughts.
    He had light brown hair and sea green eyes. His skin was clear and had an unadulterated glow that radiated his luscious red lips. He was wearing a simple graphic tee that reads “Alien Invasion Coming Soon” and a pair of heavily washed denim jeans. He had beautiful curves and I could see the hours in the gym, he had spent to attain that flawless physique.
    I didn’t realize how my innocent look converted to an awkward stare until I found him staring back at me. Our eyes met and a moment of silence was followed. We both realized that it was a little awkward and he passed a smile to make it all look better. I smiled back at him and blushed a little. He was extremely gorgeous and I tried to flirt a little with my eyes.
    To my surprise, he stood up from his seat. For a moment, I thought that he found it awkward and decided to leave. But, I had a wide smile on my face when he came and sat right in front of me. I soon realized that I won’t be having that lunch alone anymore. The single booth wasn’t actually meant for all the lonely people. It was meant to fix people like me who would go out have their Sunday lunch alone.
    “Hi! I am Brian!” he introduced himself and decided to take things further. “Nice to meet you, Brian. I am Paris.” I smiled back.
    “Like the city?” he asked. I was used to that question. “Exactly!”
    “Well, it’s a beautiful name, Paris.” I knew he was lying, but I liked the fact that he lied to me. “Have you ever been to Paris?” I knew that the question would come too. Everyone asked me the same set of question.
    “No. My entire life, including my name is full of irony. My parents named me Paris because that is where they both met at the first time and decided to take the revenge through my name. I have never been to Paris, but would love to pay a visit someday,” I said looking at the faraway sky.
    “I am sure, you will one day!” he said supporting my notion.
    The server came to take our orders and passed a smile. I soon realized that he planned the entire thing up. I smiled back at him too to appreciate the gesture and gave out orders. I knew that it was going to be a great Sunday lunch. Having a romantic company was not a bad idea at all!
    “So, tell me something about you, Paris!”
    “What is it that you want to know?”
    “Everything!” and with that reply I smiled out loud. I couldn’t imagine someone so flawless like Brian to be interested in me. But he was.
    We started talking about each other’s lives – what we liked and what we didn’t. I didn’t realize how quickly time passed and kept on ordering some or other thing to keep it moving. We talked for some three hours when we realized we should move out of the restaurant, but definitely not out of each other’s life. The evening was just about to begin.
    “Let’s go out for a walk, Paris!” he suggested and I gladly agreed.
    “Where do you want to go?” he asked and I told him that going for a walk in the Central Park would be a great idea.
    We started walking in the park and gazed at the beautiful skyline. It was almost perfect. Each and everything about that evening was close to perfection. Brian held my hand and we started walking down the tunnel that led to an artificially created lake at the park. To our surprise, there was almost no one in the park.
    It was like time stood still and we could live an entire lifetime in that one moment. We thought of riding a boat in the lake. It didn’t seem like a very good idea, but we did it nevertheless. The sun was shining bright and I could sense how happy it was when its rays touched my skin and danced in liaison.
    The ride was over and we thought of sitting on a bench, overlooking the entire city. It was like we