You weren’t expecting visitors, so the gentle rapping on your door was a surprise.
You were relaxing on a lazy Sunday, enjoying a day of no responsibilities or chores, sitting on your couch and playing with your phone. You didn’t have plans, no deliveries coming, nobody on the way, so you ignored the first set of polite knocks, only realizing it wasn’t your imagination on the second.
Mumbling to yourself, you get up and make your way to the door as you hear a third notification that someone is at the door stop mid-knock as the sound of your movement reaches their ears. “Excuse me” you hear in a proper and polite feminine voice as you peer through the peephole, “do you have a moment to talk about your immortal soul?”
Your jaw drops, though not at the presence of a missionary in your apartment building. It’s not her clothing that does it either, a well fitted white blouse, smart black tie, V-cut black sweater vest, and black pencil skirt (though the entire attire looks a little strange). What does send you reeling and questioning your reality is the fact that she’s clearly, obviously, unambiguously, not human in a way that you know can’t be faked by a costume.
You stumble back, regaining your footing a few moments later. Shaking your head as if to clear it, you scramble up to the peephole again, as if to confirm what you've seen. You stare at the woman on the other side of the door, who hasn't moved. She’s cute, attractive even, despite her different species, and the sound of your movements are obviously causing her some concern. “Are you alright? I do not mean to cause any distress!" Her voice is pretty, sweet, welcoming, "I am just here to tell you the wonderful news about our….