Alien life DOES exist! (BearClaw & LittleMissLeprechaun)

"Uh. Sure!" Liam responded, grinning. He quickly pulled her out of the way of a hover-trolley and grabbed her hand, walking quickly to a quiet spot. "Be careful!" he warned, laughing. Excitement, like electricity, was spiraling through his hand and up his arm, freezing his shoulder stiffly. He released her hand gently and watched as it gracefully glided back into it's neutral position. "This way," he directed, glancing behind him every few moments. As soon as they had cleared the crowd, he slowed down to walk beside her.
 
Shana got a fright when Liam suddenly pulled her to the side, she hadn't seen the trolley behind them and it would have hit her if he hadn't been there. She followed him cautiously, watching out for any more trolleys or other dangers that could be hiding in this world. When he slowed down to walk next to her she turned to him, "What are you here for? Are you shopping for something?" She asked him, wondering whether he was just looking around at stuff or actually buying something.
 
"I have to buy groceries... But I can't cook to save my life. Sooo I usually end up buying junk food," he admitted sheepishly. Dodging past a few more trolleys, he led her towards a large shop, full of crackling plastic bags and brightly coloured products, some falling off the over-stacked shelves.
 
Shana shook her head, laughing, "You should try learn to cook, I didn't need to cook for myself up until a year ago but it was a fun hobby so I learnt anyway." What she didn't mention was that it was much easier to learn to cook with the technology to stream information straight into your mind.
 
Liam laughed, "I should put you to the test sometime then!" He smiled softly at her, wondering what was going on behind those mysterious eyes of hers.
 
Shana grinned, "Well then do! Maybe you will have a better meal if I make it for you. You can't just keep eating junk, it's not good for you!" She cringed, she sounded just like her mother, which was not a good thing.
 
Liam laughed. "Alright then. But what ingredients should I b-buy?" he asked, trying hard to stop stuttering. "I have absolutely n-no clue what's what here," he said, swallowing his pride and looking away. He had made it his duty to know everything about complex mathematical problems and he "could speak IT fluently" as George always said, but when it came to the "simpler" things in life, Liam was lost. Now was a perfect example of one of those times. "I wonder if Shana will think less of me now," he thought. "But then again, why would she ever think of me at all? No... I mustn't start thinking of ridiculous things like this. I don't know anything about her, and she doesn't seem to want to volunteer information at all. Well, I won't push her. The safest thing to do now is to stay as far away from her as possible..." the struggle inside him continued, at a rapid rate, his emotions pushed from side to side until they were torn in half - and he still didn't know what to do.
 
Shana's grin broke out into a laugh that had her clutching her sides, between gasping breaths and laughs she spoke, "Wow! You are utterly hopeless!" Once she had calmed down somewhat she took a deep breath and turned to him, still chuckling slightly, "Thanks, I haven't laughed like that in ages! Anyway, what types of food do you enjoy? Other than junk food."
 
"Anything really," Liam smiled, "as long as it is safely classified as human food!" He chuckled, "Do you b-believe in aliens?" he asked, adjusting the frame of his glasses higher up on his nose, an excited twinkle entering his eyes. "I do. I think the idea of another universe, or even just another planet able to sustain life, is absolutely mind-blowing!" He glanced up at the tall shelving surrounding them. "I guess I should get on with it," he chuckled, "What about Italian?"
 
Shana's eyes grew wide as soon as he spoke about aliens, "Well, maybe they could exist but I don't think any would be here." Her voice quivered as she spoke, and she hoped that Liam wouldn't pick up on it. She changed the topic back to food again quickly. "Italian sounds good." She said nodding, She quickly typed a few words into the keypad type thing on her skirt, soon she got a reply through the minute earpiece. "Italian is a type of food, originating in the sector called Italy. It consists of pastas and pizza and many other things. Here are the ingredients needed for a traditional Italian dinner..." She listened intently and as the voice spoke she asked Liam where she could find the ingredients.
 
Liam smiled down at her as she busily gave him a list of ingredients. His heart was pounding in his chest and yet he felt more relaxed with her than he had with any other girl before. She was different, somehow. "Maybe she's an outcast too, like me," he thought hopefully. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, "It's not good to think things like this, Liam..." he thought to himself, "You know what happened last time. She shut you off. Don't get too attached. You can't risk the pain," he advised himself. Out loud he said, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that, please? I heard the part with the pasta noodles, b-but I didn't quite catch the rest..."
 
Shana could see that the boy was having what seemed to be an internal argument, any human (or untrained Xyrian for that matter) wouldn't have noticed, but she had to study the humans so she needed to know how to tell expressions. She nodded and repeated the list for him, more slowly this time.
 
"A-are you w-wearing coloured contact lenses?" Liam asked, stooping slightly to get a look at her red eyes. He straightened up and, without waiting for her reply, disappeared. He returned a few moments later with a trolley. There was only one packet of ingredients inside the greasy plastic basket. The gaudy bag read "Papa's Italian Pasta Noodles" in bright red lettering. Liam grinned, "I hope you remember the rest of the list." He mentally completed his sentence, "because I was too busy watching your lips to take note of what you were saying."
 
Shana was taken aback at the question about contact lenses. What were they? She quickly typed out the words on her keypad. She got a response very quickly. "Coloured contact lenses are small rounded, rubber type items that you put in your eyes to make them look a different colour." She nodded, "Yes, I am wearing lenses. I like having red eyes." She really hoped that he couldn't hear the lie in her voice. She had been trained from a young age to lie without being noticed so she should be able to convince him. She laughed when he came back and asked her for the list again, "You are pretty hopeless at remembering things, aren't you?" She said with a grin. "Okay, well, the next item on the list is basil pesto." She decided to give him the names of the items one at a time.
 
Suddenly, Liam broke into a broad grin. "I have an idea! Would you kindly step inside the trolley, Miss?" he asked in his best posh accent, offering his hand to help her in. "Let me introduce you to our driver tonight... Papa's Italian Pasta Noodles!" he grinned, plopping the bag inside the handbag compartment.
 
Shana didn't know what to say so she allowed herself to be helped into the trolley. "Why exactly are we doing this?" She asked, trying to sound serious, her face betrayed her though and she broke into a grin. She watched the guy as he placed the noodles in the one part of the trolley, she shook her head. "You are strange, you know that?"
 
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