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liked it. She glanced at the Pyramids to her left. It was the main reason she bought this flat last year. Although, the falafel shop downstairs was a lovely bonus. Hala finished eating and stood up, sipping her tea and watching people in the street until a bright light caught her attention.
    She craned her neck to see the source. It was a bright circle of green light in the sky near the Pyramids as big as the Great Pyramid. It could be an army missile or an American airship. Hala was about to look away when a silver object appeared from the bottom of the circle. Once the round, silver sphere emerged, the light disappeared.
    “What is this?”
    Hala rushed to the living area, grabbed her mobile, and seconds later, she was in the balcony. She took a few photos. They were blurry, but she could see a shiny, round object, hovering above the Pyramids. She decided to get a closer look.
    Her mom always said, ‘If you’re not careful, your curiosity would land you in a body bag one of those days’. But what did her mom know? She was often wrong, and even if she was right, Hala still wouldn’t listen to her. She’d told her mom that with the way she fed her, no bag was big enough.
    She didn’t listen to her mom when she advised her against moving to Cairo on her own. She’d told Hala people would take advantage of a beautiful girl, living on her own. Hala ignored her advice and moved to the capital. Without her mom’s fattening food, she lost weight. And she had a good job. What was she supposed to do in that one horse town? Ignore her university degree and work in the onion factory as a laborer? No thanks!
    She ran downstairs and jumped on the first bus going west toward the Pyramids. The trip took five minutes, but when Hala arrived to the area where she saw the silver object in the air, it’d disappeared.
    Should’ve done the laundry.
    After she came this distance, the thing had vanished. Feeling the defeat, her shoulders slumped, and she stared at the ground for a while trying to decide her next move.
    Seeing how she was here, and the sphere must’ve landed somewhere in the area—a major street with a few alleys branching off it—she decided to look for it. Hala buttoned her jacket to the top. She unfolded the collar, tucked her headscarf inside to cover her neck, and pulled her sleeves above her hands before she slipped them into her pockets.
    She sauntered into the nearest alley—a small, quiet street with high buildings on either side. It was empty. The next alley was similar with nothing inside but a few parked cars and a lady at the end. A lost tourist from the way she was dressed.
    Hala skipped the two remaining alleys. She ambled toward the tourist to get a good look. The lady was about her height or shorter. When she was a student, Hala worked odd tourism jobs in Sharm el Sheikh—a city frequented by Italian and Russian tourists—but she’d never seen anyone like her.
    This lady looked young, twenty years old or younger. She was fair-skinned with a shade of green—perhaps a weird makeup—and long, straight, green hair. She wore a too-tight suit made of a dull-looking, gray material. Hala inched closer, and she could see the girl’s features. Thin eyebrows, narrow nose, and ample lips, a darker shade of green.
    The girl smiled at her which encouraged Hala to approach. Hala tried to recall whatever limited English vocabulary she had to speak to the girl. Although she learned English in school, Hala didn’t speak it much. When she stood face to face with the girl, she overcame her shyness.
    “Hi!”
    The girl’s smile widened. “Hi!”
    Good, her English was bad, too. “You lost?”
    The girl didn’t answer.
    “I help,” Hala said and pointed with her index finger to her chest. “I’m Hala.”
    The girl mimicked Hala’s gesture. “I’m Alissara.”
    “Nice to meet you.”
    Hala frowned. The girl looked confused, and who could blame her? Hala must’ve looked like a cavewoman waving and