Page 6 of My Brother's Alien Match
A knock on my bedroom door nearly made me jump out of my skin. My phone slipped from my fingers as Taylor popped his head in.
“You’re going to be late for work,” he said. “Stan’s not going to be happy if you’re not there to help get the napkins ready.”
“Getting up now,” I said, forcing a smile.
Taylor gave me an odd look, probably because I’d missed my opportunity to mock Stan’s obsession with napkins, then closed the door.
We had a bar mitzvah tonight. It was a big one too, the last event to put on before next week’s Cherry Blossom Ball. As soon as tonight's party was over, we’d be working on the decor for it. It was our biggest event of the year and of course, had to be perfect.
Sighing, I got up, trying to focus on getting ready while my mind was stuck on Luno.
How incredible would it be to show up to the ball with someone like him? It would make anyone feel special. He would makemefeel special… and he was the committed type if his profile was anything to go by.
For a day that was supposed to be spent folding napkins and laying cutlery, I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on anything else.
Chapter Three
LUNO
I was still getting used to the touch screen on my new Earth phone. Compared to what we used on Mayara, the technology felt awkward and clunky, but it served its purpose. I had come to Earth under the guise of completing a term at the Visaka Quadrant embassy.
It would be my third time representing the Nisank of planet Mayara as an ambassador on a faraway planet.
As of yet, I had been unsuccessful in my true reason for taking the jobs; mySul.
Thinking the word made my chest ache, the absence clear. Sometimes the hollowness made me feel so cold inside. Like I was freezing from the inside out. Twice already, Ihad.
But today, something felt different.
I slid through Taylor’s photos again. There were only two. In one, he was smiling, happy and natural, in the other, he was dressed up and stiff but neat and handsome. He looked nice in both, but I didn’t care about that. There was something behind the pictures. The man himself. His core. I could feel it with my precognition, an ability that all Nisank had.
There was already a connection between us, preformed, long before we were on this plane of existence.
Excitement filled me as well as deep apprehension.
In my first two lifetimes, I had yet to find my Sul. This time, if this man Taylor was the one, would he be ready? He did not seem to know what he wanted or needed.
Two weeks on this strange planet and it was clear thatnohumans knew what they wanted. They seemed to walk through life blindfolded, unknowingly passing under the signs that told them which way to go.
Would Taylor reject me and send me away, not understanding what he was doing? Anyway, the feeling I’d gotten from him was mild… talking to him longer would help me know if he was truly my Sul, but he hadn’t even replied to my last message.
Sighing, I pulled my desk drawer open and tucked the phone within.
I was meant to be working, but my thoughts had been clouded since last night. I had decided to utilize the love tool that the humans had to increase my chances of finding my one. For days on end, I had swiped past each picture, searching for the feeling of connection I knew I would get with my Sul.
Then, when I had finally feltsomething,it had been strange and muted and distant but at the very least,there.
Humans did not have the precognition that we Nisank possessed… If he was the one, hopefully, when we met, he would feel what I did.
It was difficult to say through a screen whether my intuition was correct. At the very least, I knew we had some sort of karmic connection, I onlyhopedit was the one I wanted.
“Sir, your nine o’clock appointment is here.”
I glanced at the door. As another Nisank, like me, my receptionist Eeda’s gaze was knowing for a moment, probably catching the drift of my thoughts. A moment later, she schooled her features.
“You may send him in,” I said.
She nodded and shut the door. A moment later, the Harrow alien entered with a folder of paperwork he was having difficulty processing.
