Breakfast

"I think I'd like to get something to eat," Cristy decided out loud, suddenly changing tracks. "This host's memories would indicate this species species gets its energy from ingesting food."

"Yes, that's right," you confirmed, still feeling yourself blush from the kiss.

"I have no idea how long I'm going to be stranded here," she added thoughtfully. "I should take care of this body, in case I end up needing to stay here a while. Can you take me to a... food place? You know, a..." she fished for the word for a few moments, "a restaurant?"

There was a strange atmosphere in the car ride to the local mediocre diner, which got its business for its convenience more than its food. You were banking on Squawg's inexperience with life on earth making them easier to impress with a less-than-fancy first meal. Why would I even want to impress her? You thought, catching yourself.

Truth was, you were feeling confused about the woman sitting merrily in the passenger seat next to you. You knew she was actually a little green alien creature, and yet she looked like Cristy. She sounded like Cristy. Most confusing of all, she had the ability to act like Cristy, by accessing her memories. Your brain recognized the creature possessing her, but your heart, or more accurately your dick, was having trouble telling the difference.

"So, it's a little late, but... welcome to Earth," You said over the dining table. You had ordered for yourself some pancakes, whereas Squawg had gotten a weird look from the waiter.

"Enjoying your fish with strawberry jam?" You added, to fill the silence while she finished chewing.

"Thanks," Cristy beamed. "It's not bad, I think. I don't really know what food is supposed to taste like, just hazy memories, but I can feel the nourishment." She slurped loudly, and neglected to close her mouth while chewing. When she noticed some people the next table over shooting daggers, she immediately fell back on the agreed-upon cover story you and her had settled with.

"I'm his girlfriend," Cristy announced, unprompted, to the starers, and she took hold of your hand to demonstrate. You shielded your face with your other hand as you felt some of the eyes sweep their judging glares over you as well. This wasn't what you'd had in mind.

"So, um, Cristy," you said, lowering your voice so as not to be overheard, "were you meaning to come to Earth, or did you just crash here on your way to somewhere else?" But you noticed she didn't appear to be listening. She had stopped eating, and had fixed her eyes on a TV in the far corner of the room. You turned in your seat to follow her gaze.

Though it was playing no sound, you could see news coverage of a meteorite landing site, replaying footage from the night before of a shooting star, and intercutting with live footage of a smoldering crater surrounded by vehicles.

"That must be it!" She pointed excitedly. "That'll be where my ship went down."

"That's not completely good news," you worried, seeing all the trucks parked around it. "Looks like the government people have already descended on it. If they discover an alien spaceship, they'll probably whisk it away somewhere secret."

"Well, we should get going then," Cristy stood up decisively, and disappeared off to the bathroom. Her absence meant that when the waiter returned with the bill, there was no focal point for his judging glare but you.

In her excitement to reach the site of the crashed ship, Cristy took the wheel for the next leg of your journey. "Can you drive?" You asked tentatively, as she pulled your car out of the parking lot. She tapped the side of her head, saying "If this human can, then so can I."

To your surprise, it seemed she was right. Her driving was perfectly normal. That was until you were on the highway, and you heard sirens behind you. You looked over at Cristy, and to your horror, saw that she was doing 110 on the speedometer.

"Pull over!" You yelped. "Those sirens are for us."

"But I want to get to my ship!" Cristy protested.

"We'll get arrested if you don't let that cop chew us out," you insisted, and Cristy reluctantly stopped the car on the side of the highway.

"Leave this to me," Cristy said. "I'll seduce the officer with this body's good looks." She brushed her hair over her shoulder, while you peered out at the rear view mirror. "I'm afraid your luck with that idea just dropped significantly," you said, seeing that the approaching cop was a woman. "Still, there's a chance she'd be into you."

"Licence and registration please," The officer droned as she arrived at the window. She was clearly on mental autopilot.

"Oh no, I'd hoped you'd be a man. Alternatively, are you gay by any chance?"

This absurd question seemed to shake the cop back to reality. "What?" She said, genuinely confused whether she'd heard the question right or not.

Cristy smiled up at her from the driver's seat.