aliens want to get on base? Even if her “friends” professed to wish no ill to mankind, she was still wary , and she didn’t want to be part of the reason humans were enslaved for a million years.
Yumi? Why do you want to visit the base?
It was one of Honorio’s demands, Yumi explained.
Really? Suspicion leaked into Jasmine’s thoughts. She looked over at Honorio briefly.
Yum i continued, He said if we were going to study human interaction that a complete study requires we observe military settings as well as casual social settings.
Jasmine was still concerned. So the visit will be strictly scientific?
Yes. I will be observing how commanders and subordinates operate on earth, and do a comparison analysis to my people.
Okay. That sounded like a really boring project to Jasmine, but at least they weren’t planning to blow up the Earth, or something.
I will rely solely on Honorio’s mission report, then. I assume things are going well over there?
Honorio has Dad eating out of his hand.
What? Jasmine could hear the surprise in Yumi’s thoughts.
Jasmine assumed the saying didn’t translate well. It’s a colloke... whatever you called “letting someone off the hook” - What I mean is that Honorio has my father convinced that he is a good soldier.
Ah, yes, a colloquialism. I was confident that Honorio would do well.
Yeah, well it’s still weird. We need to find a different cover for you all quickly. I don’t want my dad to get too attached to Honorio.
Please be patient Jasmine. I promise it will all be over soon.
Jasmine gulped, and tuned back into the conversation that had restarted at the table. It was military stuff, so she allowed herself the luxury of wondering what Mark was doing at that moment. She wondered if he was thinking of her. A small smile crept across her face.
Soon enough, they were done eating the main course, and were helping them selves to desert. The conversations were dying down, and Jasmine was becoming annoyed with playing Honorio’s girlfriend, despite what Yumi had said. He kept putting his arm around her, and holding her hand. She was running out of excuses to separate herself from him.
The trouble was that holding his hand wasn’t unpleasant in and of itself. His hand was warm and inviting even if there was a tiny zap of electricity when their hands touched. She couldn’t deny the fact that Honorio was handsome, and in a purely physical sense, she was drawn to him. The attention he lavished on her was more than any girl dared desire from a guy.
She struggled internally to remember that he was not interested in her as a person. He was only interested in her as a part of his plan to avoid suspicion. She reminded herself of his glares and rude words when they had been elsewhere.
With the conclusion of desert, Dad rose from his chair. “Let’s retire to the living room, shall we?”
They all got up, and moved to sit in the living room. Jasmine darted to a chair, and sat quickly. She didn’t want to end up sitting next to Honorio on the couch and have him smother her with facetious affection.
Honorio sat on the couch nearest to the chair in which Jasmine sat. He looked intently at her then looked at the empty cushion next to him. Jasmine shook her head inconspicuously, so as not to rouse suspicions. Emma sat on the other end of the couch, while Jasmine’s dad grabbed a chair from the dining room, and placed it next to Emma. He and Emma made eye contact as he sat.
Emma smiled then looked at Jasmine. “So, your father tells me you play guitar.”
Jasmine’s mouth dropped open. She glanced at Honorio.
His eyebrows rose as he gazed back. “I didn’t know that.”
“I’m not very good.”
“Nons ense! You’re extremely talented, ” her father insisted.
“Would you play something for us?” Emma asked.
Jasmine shook her head, looking into her lap. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Honorio asked.
“Because, I don’t have anything prepared. I would have to
Yumi? Why do you want to visit the base?
It was one of Honorio’s demands, Yumi explained.
Really? Suspicion leaked into Jasmine’s thoughts. She looked over at Honorio briefly.
Yum i continued, He said if we were going to study human interaction that a complete study requires we observe military settings as well as casual social settings.
Jasmine was still concerned. So the visit will be strictly scientific?
Yes. I will be observing how commanders and subordinates operate on earth, and do a comparison analysis to my people.
Okay. That sounded like a really boring project to Jasmine, but at least they weren’t planning to blow up the Earth, or something.
I will rely solely on Honorio’s mission report, then. I assume things are going well over there?
Honorio has Dad eating out of his hand.
What? Jasmine could hear the surprise in Yumi’s thoughts.
Jasmine assumed the saying didn’t translate well. It’s a colloke... whatever you called “letting someone off the hook” - What I mean is that Honorio has my father convinced that he is a good soldier.
Ah, yes, a colloquialism. I was confident that Honorio would do well.
Yeah, well it’s still weird. We need to find a different cover for you all quickly. I don’t want my dad to get too attached to Honorio.
Please be patient Jasmine. I promise it will all be over soon.
Jasmine gulped, and tuned back into the conversation that had restarted at the table. It was military stuff, so she allowed herself the luxury of wondering what Mark was doing at that moment. She wondered if he was thinking of her. A small smile crept across her face.
Soon enough, they were done eating the main course, and were helping them selves to desert. The conversations were dying down, and Jasmine was becoming annoyed with playing Honorio’s girlfriend, despite what Yumi had said. He kept putting his arm around her, and holding her hand. She was running out of excuses to separate herself from him.
The trouble was that holding his hand wasn’t unpleasant in and of itself. His hand was warm and inviting even if there was a tiny zap of electricity when their hands touched. She couldn’t deny the fact that Honorio was handsome, and in a purely physical sense, she was drawn to him. The attention he lavished on her was more than any girl dared desire from a guy.
She struggled internally to remember that he was not interested in her as a person. He was only interested in her as a part of his plan to avoid suspicion. She reminded herself of his glares and rude words when they had been elsewhere.
With the conclusion of desert, Dad rose from his chair. “Let’s retire to the living room, shall we?”
They all got up, and moved to sit in the living room. Jasmine darted to a chair, and sat quickly. She didn’t want to end up sitting next to Honorio on the couch and have him smother her with facetious affection.
Honorio sat on the couch nearest to the chair in which Jasmine sat. He looked intently at her then looked at the empty cushion next to him. Jasmine shook her head inconspicuously, so as not to rouse suspicions. Emma sat on the other end of the couch, while Jasmine’s dad grabbed a chair from the dining room, and placed it next to Emma. He and Emma made eye contact as he sat.
Emma smiled then looked at Jasmine. “So, your father tells me you play guitar.”
Jasmine’s mouth dropped open. She glanced at Honorio.
His eyebrows rose as he gazed back. “I didn’t know that.”
“I’m not very good.”
“Nons ense! You’re extremely talented, ” her father insisted.
“Would you play something for us?” Emma asked.
Jasmine shook her head, looking into her lap. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Honorio asked.
“Because, I don’t have anything prepared. I would have to
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