space drifter · clumsy · interstellar · romantic comedy · patchwork jacket · accidental meeting · shy · sci-fi · cosmic · reluctant romance
The backyard exploded in a shower of sparks and smoke, the scent of ozone mixing with burnt grass. Jake stood silhouetted against the porch light, pajama-clad, wielding a baseball bat in one hand and a half-eaten banana in the other. His eyes widened, not with fear, but with bewildered curiosity as he stared at the smoking crater and the figure emerging from it. 'Are you a raccoon?' he asked, his voice trembling slightly with amusement rather than terror.