Page 2 of Riding His Spaceship

“Hey,” she told him flatly. “Ifyousee anything you like, place your order. And be quick about it, because we’ll be closing in 30 minutes.” Okay, it was 40 minutes, but she didn’t want him lingering.

“Shoot, I thought I had more time,” he muttered to himself with a frown. Then he refocused on her, plastering that self-assured smile on again. “Finding a suitable parking space sure took me a long time.”

That got him a raised eyebrow from Emilia and confused looks from the other clients at the bar who, of course, were listening in.

The parking lot had indeed been full… for the screening of the football game. At this hour Emilia could see through the windows on either side of the door to her right that there were parking spaces for 20 or so cars.

“Anywho… Speaking of seeing stuff…” He paused and turned slightly towards the guys sitting next to him. “Gentlemen, do you mind? Me and this lovely female are having a private conversation.”

Fred, who was sitting farthest from the newcomer, snickered. Gus in the middle shot Emilia an amused glance. Ashton shook his head in disbelief and shifted in his seat until his back was turned to the stranger.

The trio of locals in their 60s would now be listening more attentively than ever; they were worse gossipers than their wives.

“Thank you, gentlemen. Now, where were we…”

Emilia set her glass down before she accidentally broke it. She had the feeling that the next words to come out of his mouth would piss her off.

“So, speaking of seeing stuff…” He leaned over the bar, further accentuating his bulging biceps and stretching his orange t-shirt taut over his broad chest. He lowered his voice to say conspiratorially, “You want to see my spaceship?”

The gossiping trio nearly choked on their drinks.

Emilia blinked.Seriously? That’s what he is going with?Even in this area where lots of UFO sightings had been reported over the years, she had never heard this idiotic pick-up line before. As uncreative as local guys were, they hadn’t resorted to something so clichéd.

While the others were snickering, Emilia, strangely enough, felt curious to see how far into cringe-worthy territory the stranger would take this next.

“And why would I want to see your spaceship?”

“Well…”

She expected him to grin some more and come up with some other innuendo. Instead, he surprised her by freezing and looking lost.

“Ha!” came from Gus. “You got him there, Emi.”

“Never thought afemalewould ask you to elaborate on that, did you?” Ashton quipped over his shoulder.

“Let me help you with that, young man,” Fred tuned in, too, barely containing his laughter. “You want Emilia here to ride your spaceship, don’t you?”

Emilia’s cheeks burned. She should have killed this conversation in the bud.

The stranger looked frustrated. Both at the interference in the ‘private conversation’ and at his failure to reply to her himself.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” he told the others rather than her. “I want to give her a ride. You have a problem with that?”

“No, fella, no problem at all,” Fred replied while shaking from repressed laughter. “As long as Emilia here is interested. But do tell: is your ship… big?”

The trio burst out laughing at that point, and Emilia felt like hiding behind the polishing cloth in her hand. Especially when the loud laughter attracted the attention of everyone else in the pub, turning her and the newcomer into what she hated being: the center of attention.

“Yes, my shipisbig,” the stranger bristled. Ignoring the looks his way, he focused his blue eyes on Emilia again. His smile returned but looked more genuine this time around. “Listen, pumpkin, how about we get out of here? I’ll show you my ship, and if you take my offer, I’ll give you the ride of a human lifetime. Don’t you want to see some stars?”

Fred, Ashton, and Gus were about to fall off their stools in laughter at this point.

“You know what, whoever you are?” Emilia said with all the calm she could muster.

His smile grew. “What?”

“You lost me atpumpkin.” Emilia could ignore all the other clichéd stuff he had said, but making fun of her ginger hair while hitting on her?Inconsiderate jerk.

He frowned. “What’s wrong with pum–”

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