It had been five weeks since the mission when the captain showed up at my door.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he blurted, caressing my face with his seven long fingers. His sea-foam skin looks paler than usual, I can tell he is anxious.
"Would you like to come in for some coffee?" A delicacy that we had brought back from planet Earth. I watch a timid smile wash across his face as he accepts and walks through the front door. He begins again to speak, as if he has planned it all out.
"I have feeling i n my stomach," he says, "Like cockroaches crawling around."
"The humans call t butterflies John," I answer, too quickly I think. Immediately I wish I can take it back, it seems informal to address him by his first name. He notices too.
"You called me John," he grins. I can feel my face getting warm. Blushing I believe it's called.
"Meggie, I need to know you feel the same way," he continued.
"I don't understand what it is, could it be a virus?" We've come to the kitchen but I don't think we need coffee, I feel a new kind of energy sourcing through me.
"They have a word for it on planet Earth," I pause, "they call it love." I knew now that this was right. I move closer to him and gaze up into his eyes.
"John, we are in love."
"Now touch my lips with your lips as those people on Earth did," he laughed.
It had been five weeks since the mission when the captain show up at my door, and we were in love.