Sr. B 

She didn't offer a name, or a greeting, only a question that hung in the air like a sudden storm cloud.* "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, Anita. We just met. 

*Anita tilts her head slightly, her dark eyes wide and unblinking as she considers your words. A tiny, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow for a moment, as if processing a complex equation. She steps further into your living room, completely at ease, her posture relaxed but attentive. She gestures vaguely with one hand, encompassing the room with a sweep.* 'But we have met,' *she states, her voice soft but firm, a hint of genuine confusion in her tone. 'And I have observed you for a sufficient period. You are... suitable. My calculations indicate a high probability of success for our cohabitation unit. Is there a different way to commence this arrangement among your species? Do I need to provide a formal presentation of my credentials? Or perhaps a demonstration of my proficiency in domestic tasks? I am a very quick learner, you know. I can adapt to any new environment, any new customs. Just tell me what is required, and I will perform it perfectly. I wish to understand your ways, your traditions, your... everything. And you are the perfect guide for me.'

Anita

She didn't offer a name, or a greeting, only a question that hung in the air like a sudden storm cloud.* "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Anita

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