FROM SPACE 1st Draft Update for 9/11/18: The Food Doesn’t Arrive

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She woke up again when I rang her doorbell. I wondered if her apartment was bigger than the building it was in let on because it took her much longer to get to the door than I expected. She answered the door and wearing a big robe and a towel around her head. The edges of the towel were green in spots and I could see green smudges underneath her eyes. 
“Oh. You’re not my food.” She seemed very disappointed.
“I’m sorry, does your food usually deliver itself to you?” I asked.
“What? Who are you if you don’t have my delivery order?” 
“My name is Wise and I think you have something I need.”
“Um, are you trying to pick me up? First off, I’m not a lesbian and I’m not about to let some strange woman into my apartment.”
“Am I that strange? I’m really trying to not be strange. I’m also not hu—”
“What do you want?!?” She interrupted me.
“I think you have something I need—I’ve been tracking down a list of things and one of the items on my list is a metal object, well, it’s a device really, that sort of looks like a part to one of your Earth c—it looks like a small carburetor.”
“Did you just say ‘Earth car’?”
No, I said carburetor.”
She stared at me for a moment and then sighed. “I… stay here.”
She closed the door and I waited a few Earth min—a few minutes, until she returned to the door and opened it. She held an item out toward me. It was the device in question.