Page 12 of Swipe Right for Stardust

“Before we send you off to prepare,” Lysandra said, her tone softening, “we have a special treat for you all. Tonight is a free evening for our couples to enjoy some romantic time together.”

A flutter of nervousness stirred in my chest at her words. I caught Vanessa’s eye, and she offered a small, reassuring smile. The warmth I’d felt earlier spread through me, chasing away my apprehension.

As the other contestants began to disperse, chattering excitedly about their plans for the evening, I observed their interactions with curiosity. Some couples seemed genuinely affectionate, while others appeared more reserved or even uncomfortable.

I noticed a few sideways glances and poorly concealed smirks directed at Vanessa and me - or more specifically, at Taffy. One contestant, a tall, reptilian being, leaned in to whisper to his partner, “At least we don’t have a chaperone.”

Vanessa tugged gently on my arm. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I could use a break from all the staring.”

We awkwardly maneuvered through the crowd, Taffy’s tentacles making our progress slow and clumsy. As we reached a quieter corner, I found myself tongue-tied. The prospect of a romantic evening suddenly felt daunting.

“So, uh,” I began, wincing at my own awkwardness, “what would you like to do this evening?”

Vanessa grinned, gesturing at Taffy. “Well, I suppose a candlelit dinner for two is out of the question. Unless we figure out how to get rid of our extra passenger.”

I chuckled at her joke, marveling at how easily she could lighten the mood. “Perhaps we should focus on finding a way to, ah, disentangle ourselves first?”

“Good thinking,” Vanessa agreed. “Any ideas?”

I furrowed my brow, deep in thought. The cool, quiet corner we’d found ourselves in allowed my mind to clear, free from the cacophony of the crowded atrium. Suddenly, a memory flickered to life.

“Vanessa,” I said, excitement creeping into my voice, “I believe I may have a solution.”

She looked at me, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Really? What is it?”

“Cephalox,” I began, gesturing to Taffy with my free hand, “are distantly related to a species called Ubratines.”

Vanessa leaned in, clearly intrigued. “And how does that help us?”

“Ubratines have a unique physiological response to certain stimuli,” I explained, my scientific enthusiasm taking over. “If my hypothesis is correct, the same principle should apply to Cephalox.”

Without further explanation, I gently placed my hand on Taffy’s smooth surface. The creature’s tentacles twitched slightly, but it didn’t seem alarmed. Slowly, carefully, I began to scratch down Taffy’s center.

At first, nothing happened. Then, gradually, a change began to occur. Taffy’s color shifted, morphing from its original hue to a soft pink, then brightening to a vibrant orange.

Vanessa gasped. “Zarnak, look!”

“Fascinating, isn’t it? The color change indicates a state of relaxation and contentment.”

As we watched, Taffy’s tentacles began to loosen their grip. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, they retracted into the creature’s body. Within moments, Taffy had transformed into a small, contented ball, dropping gently into Vanessa’s outstretched hands.

“It worked!” Vanessa exclaimed. She cradled Taffy carefully, examining the now-docile creature with wonder. “That’s amazing, Zarnak. How did you know that would work?”

I felt a warm glow of pride at her praise. “It was merely an educated guess based on my knowledge of similar species. I’m relieved it was successful.”

Vanessa laughed, the sound light and melodious. “Well, your ‘educated guess’ just saved us from a very awkward evening. Thank you.”

Her gratitude sent an unexpected thrill through me. I was captivated by the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, the soft curve of her lips...

I pushed aside these distracting thoughts. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

Vanessa gently stroked Taffy’s now-smooth surface, eliciting a soft, contented hum from the creature. “So, what should we do with our little friend here?”

I considered the question. “Perhaps we should consult with the show’s staff. They may have facilities better equipped to care for Taffy until we can return it to its natural habitat.”

Vanessa nodded in agreement. “Good idea. And after that...” She trailed off, shyness creeping into her expression. “Well, I guess we have a free evening to enjoy, right?”

The prospect of spending time alone with Vanessa sent a flutter of nervousness through my stomach. I was far more comfortable navigating alien ecosystems than social situations, especially those of a potentially romantic nature.

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