Haunted by the mystery of a strange accident, the life of Asteria, a young writer, suddenly takes a turn when aliens arrive on Earth and she is among the group selected to participate in the first contact, and the first interplanetary peace treaty...
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4 weeks went from city to city.
I had seen New York from the air, the Arc de Triomphe from the car window, and had heard the rumor of London from the balcony of our room.
We really only had time to go to interviews, television programs and dinners with one or another illustrious person. Thus, the time we had to walk around was very short, so our sightseeing had been quite limited.
Thus, on the first day of July, we found ourselves in South Korea, with the rain in the background, tinkling softly on the windows.
The makeup artist had just left the room and I was sitting next to one of the windows, watching the afternoon landscape. Still in my pajamas, but already made up with a dark smokey eye, I continued reading the book I had on my lap, which was a very nice version of "The Little Prince", which I had bought on one of the previous trips.
My cell phone suddenly rang and after seeing the notification that had opened, I smiled.
– Hey, Jasper! – I called him so he could hear me from the bathroom
– What?!
– Two good news. They just postponed the photo shoot and interview until early tomorrow.
– And the second?
– We are invited to a party tonight.
– Woohoo! – I heard him celebrate and laughed.
For the first time in days, we had more than half an hour just to ourselves.
Finally, peace, I thought. But I wasn't entirely right. Always jumping to conclusions.
Suddenly, Jasper opened the bathroom door, and without hesitation walked across the room in dark boxers and with a towel around his neck.
– You know I'm here, right? – I said, trying not to stare too hard, but still glanced at his abs and then back at his face. The young Circelian man in front of me did not have particularly bulky muscles, but he was proportioned and marked in a way that was a pleasure to observe.
– Yes – he in turn looked me directly in the eyes, and then gave me a lopsided smile that was quite flirtatious.
What did I do Universe? I decide I won't get any closer to him than I already am, and then he just...
I looked back at the book, trying to continue with my task but he stayed there, drying his hair with a towel. Then he put on some gray sweatpants.
– Does it make you feel uncomfortable? – He asked and I looked up again. The meaning clear in his tone.
– Not at all – I responded and to give him some attention, I looked without any shame at everything I could see, before returning to the book.
