The tip of the cigarette glowed orange in the darkness. She didn’t smoke, but she was so frustrated that she needed it.
He was a jerk. She knew that now. It still hurt, though.
Lost in her dark musings, she almost didn’t notice the shooting star as it plummeted toward her yard. As it hit, she realized with a start that it wasn’t a meteorite but some sort of spacecraft.
She watched as a man clambered out through a door on the craft. In the glow from the interior of the craft, it was clear that he was worth watching.