Burning Flames or Paradise?

Alien

The honey coloured sun rays filtered through the shutters, burning my bare back in their distinct stripes. I opened my eyes slowly and reluctantly to look up at the digital clock projection on my ceiling...fuck. I'll have to make up some excuse to tell my new boss at my new job. It will have to be another "I had a minor accident on the way to work" or a classic "my dog ate my meeting notes" type of thing. I dragged myself out of bed, walking through the hallways, stroking the white walls and having a bite to eat. I went through my usual morning routine that consisted of blasting "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls through the speakers. Time was not on my side as the minutes hurriedly passed one by one and now I was officially an hour late. 

Luckily as I was riding my scooter to work I could enjoy bits and pieces of the mundane world and bask in the sunlight. I swished past the numerous shops lining the streets and the vibrant colours of the individuals routinely walking along the pavement. Different shades of blue were diffused across the sky like a bottle of ink spilt on paper. As I was carelessly daydreaming, the sound of my phone frantically buzzing startled me. I started fumbling around my pockets as the ringing stopped but it was hard trying to steer clear of trouble on the road. I turned into an alley before heading out to the main road when the phone started ringing again. I looked down into the side pocket of my jacket when all of a sudden the world turned pitch black. Ear splitting sounds of metal against metal. I was trembling. Stuck between the slick metal of my scooter and the hard concrete. I heard other cars honking aggressively and overtaking the scene of chaos. I felt an impending sense of anger take control of me. I felt no pain whatsoever. I shuffled under the scooter and got up to go yell at the culprit.

A man no older than me stepped out of the large dark vehicle and just looked at me in disbelief. He looked extremely worried. In all my chaos, I managed to glance at his physical features. His hair was a slight shade darker than the sands of the desert. I remember he was quite muscular which was a little intimidating. He was wearing one of those white shirts that stick to the torso and make every abdominal muscle underneath visible. I would say that he had a classic James Dean style but that detail was overshadowed by his face growing embarrassingly more red with each second. He stood paralysed, unable to move closer to inspect the damage he has done. 

"What the hell is your problem? Did you not see me at all?" I faced him with all the strength I had left.
"I...I...I'm sorry," he mumbled and that's when I noticed his eyes. One of them was the colour of the ocean, while the other one was half ocean and half the brown colour of earth. I am not going to lie; I was slightly mesmerised and scared at the same time.
"Woah are you some extra-terrestrial creature or the Russian mafia? What's up with those eyes? Am I about to be hypnotised or something then murdered in a ditch?"
"Just fucked up genes or something," he managed to produce a slight grin on his face.
"You know what? I'm not mad at you anymore."
"Why is that? I did destroy your scooter."
"Because you've just been added to my list of excuses of why I'm late for work. And you'll be paying for the scooter repairs."
"Can I at least know your name?" He was visibly relaxed now, even slightly amused by the whole situation. All the panic was now extinguished from his system. He watched me with captivating eyes and I wasn't sure where to direct my gaze. When I found the courage to look at his face, I smirked and said "Not a chance, you weird alien."

We stood for a second in awkward silence and I could still feel his gaze burning into my skin. He continued to observe me in the most non-discreet manner possible. When thank God I heard my phone buzzing again. I searched around for it when the young man bent down and picked it off the concrete.
"Looking for this? Your screen is smashed by the way."
"Give it to me right now."
"Not a chance, loser. Now be quiet. Hello who is this? Dominic speaking." I can't believe he just did that. I had a horrible gut feeling about that being the call that gets me fired.
"Excuse me, who are you firing? Ahhh Claire Morland. I'll be sure to tell her this. Good-bye sir."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Did you just get me fired?"
"Who cares? Now I know your name. And also don't worry a pretty face and sharp tongue like yours will get a job in no time. What was that job anyway?"
"Only the job I waited three years to get. You're right. No big deal." I couldn't hide the sarcasm in my voice. This guy was driving me absolutely insane. Now I have a broken scooter, a smashed phone screen, an inevitable spot at the end of the unemployment line and a stranger who keeps staring at me.
"Are you not a curious person? You don't even want to know who I am?"
"I'm hearing way too much noise coming out of your big mouth but it's all meaningless. Yeah you're Dominic or whatever."
"Dominic Sherwood, baby. Look it up when you get home." He now had a massive smile on his face and he was very attractive now that he wasn't panicking. But I had to remember this guy caused me a lot of trouble today and I just wanted to go home.
"Thank you for this lovely morning Dominic. I had such an amazing time. I'm walking home now and you can pick up my scooter and do whatever you want with it."
"Okay baby. You'll hear from me soon."
"You wish."

Half an hour later when I got home, I quickly undressed and hopped into the shower to wash off the dirt of the concrete. My bare skin was burning from the mellow droplets morphing into sharp little blades of fire. I let the water trickle down my body which alleviated the anger boiling inside me. However, when the anger was taken out of my system's equation, it only made my disobeying mind conjure up images of Dominic. Then all of a sudden I started imagining about what it would be like to feel his muscular arms around me. I looked down at my fingers without being consciously aware of it and wondered how my small hand would fit into his. How he would fill the spaces between my fingers. What the hell? No. I have to stop myself. Am I starting to have a crush on the guy that almost killed me and got me fired too merely an hour ago? I let the water cascade down my face and I shook my head hoping that would help distract me from such silly thoughts. As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed I had a notification on my phone. I managed to catch a glimpse of a message amidst the numerous cracks on the screen. And so it read: "Hey baby, the alien is back."