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Professor P's field report: documentation of the behavior of the species "object F #2203", suspected of extraterrestrial origin (classified files)

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Start of Note No. 7 [Object F #2203]

"I watched you."

These two words created a thought loop in my head that kept me going. She must have seen the surprise in my eyes, clearly visible on my face as well. I completely lost control of my facial expressions. I felt that the corners of my mouth were trembling, and I didn't like to expose myself, to show weakness.

She took a step forward. Well, no, I completely lost control. But I also felt relieved. Finally. No more stalking, pretending, hiding. We finally met. And I didn't want to run away. It seems that I didn't have to make an effort anymore not to scare her.

We walked over to a bench by the flowerbed. We sat down. We looked at each other. She had big eyes, a slightly upset nose, and looked at me calmly. I had the impression that she was also looking carefully at the details of my face. She slid the headphones around her neck.

"Who do you think I am?" she said.

Another surprise. Definitely no more pretending. Concrete. Direct and direct communication. So our, just starting relationship will be honest and direct. That's good. Very good.

"You're not from here," I replied. "What's more, I guess you're not from Earth," I swallowed loudly with excitement. I was surprised that I could say it so bluntly.

"Yes," she said.

I shuddered. That is! I was almost sure of it before. But now it sounded. Amazing. Two worlds met. And in addition, they are able to communicate. So "War of the Worlds" remains on the bookshelf...

I had so many hypotheses, so many questions. I wanted to know what she was thinking when she watched us. What she felt. Is she alone in our world? But surprisingly, I didn't throw a torrent of words at her, an avalanche of questions. I was silent and I was fine with it. She was silent too. We looked at each other. There was no tension. There was peace.

"That's enough for today, I propose to meet tomorrow in the square, you know where," she broke the silence.

"I know, let's agree on a specific time," I replied.

"Okay, I like full hours, so I suggest 9.00."

It happened. We begin to consciously be together in this situation, to exchange thoughts and energy. Now the continuation depends solely on us.

End of Note No. 7

IG: Agnieszka

IG: Paweł

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