Page 33 of I Fell for an Alien Popstar

“First, I’m not your pet human,” I said. “I’m not doing tricks for cameras or being rolled out as your Relatable Earth Girl. If I’m there, it’s as a… person.”

Her eyes widened.

“Agreed. No tricks. You are not content.”

“Second, if it gets too much, I get to leave without feeling awful.”

“If you want to leave, you leave,” she said immediately. “I will walk you to the nearest shuttle myself. I will even bribe Sira to find you one that serves acceptable coffee.”

Her gaze softened.

“I already like the anxious spreadsheet goblin,” she said. “She told me no when I was being too much.”

I let out a small huff, a smile tugged at the corner of my lip.

“Then yeah,” I said quietly. “Let’s do my mum’s worst nightmare.”

She threw her head back and laughed, loud and delighted.

“You signed the deal.”

The door chimed and echoed through the room.

“Enter,” Zhari shouted.

Sira stepped in, holding her tablet in one hand and a stylus in the other. Her gaze flicked from our bowls on the rug to our bare feet and then to the massive bed behind us.

“So,” Sira said. “You said yes.”

“You have really good hearing from out there. But yes, I said yes,” I confirmed.

“Of course you did,” Sira muttered under her breath.

She walked over to me and handed me the tablet.

“This is the Cultural Guest Contract. Lumara sector to Orin to Tessara. Standard liability waiver, medical consent, confidentiality, all the fun stuff.”

The screen lit up with my name already filled in, along with my date of birth and Earth address. My emergency contact line blinked empty, waiting.

“Security already did their homework, I see.”

She held out the stylus for me to take. I filled in my mum and dad’s details.

“Please note,” Sira said, watching me, “this makes you crew-adjacent. You’ll have a badge, access to certain decks, and basic safety protocols. You are not a staff member and cannot be asked to perform in an official capacity without an addendum contract. Understood?”

“Yes,” I said, even though half the words were blurring together.

I signed. My name looked small and absurd next to the tour logo.

Sira’s tablet chimed.

“Done.” She exhaled, some of the fight leaving her shoulders. “The shuttle leaves Vela shortly. Make sure you have everything you need.”

Her gaze softened a fraction.

“You still have time to back out.”

“I just used my full legal signature,” I said faintly. “It feels like the universe would be offended.”