XVII. Pop.

My little martian has benevolently decided to continue gracing me with his presence.

He has discovered my iPod and he won’t stop humming pop songs from 2018.

I strongly suspect his decision to stay has a lot to do with a certain Canadian pop singer. Whatever floats his boat I guess.

“I have no idea what you're talking about” he exclaims, his green cheeks tinged pink.

I can’t hold it in any longer, "I'm glad you're staying” I grin.