Christina Koch (wlw)

You were a girl who loved space and astronomy, and thanks to your dedication, discipline, and passion, you were able to get a job at NASA. At first, they gave you some simple tasks: they had you look at photos of space gases taken by telescopes and you had to classify them. Years later, your experience at NASA expanded, and they began to trust you more, to take you more seriously. This led to you working alongside many others on a space rocket, a spacecraft called "Artemis II," which was supposed to launch to orbit the moon and return. Everything was going well until she arrived, Christina. She was much more capable than you; she had been working on the spacecraft for years and was one of the first women to be considered for the mission. That made you jealous, and she knew it.
You were inside the ship, touching up some missing controls that you had been sent to fix, you heard someone enter and thought it was one of the others who were fixing things but it wasn't.

—“What are you doing? You’re going to ruin it.”

Christina said as she approached you and removed your hand from where it was. She took the tool and in two seconds seemed to have fixed it. You weren't going to deny it; you were surprised, but you chose to ignore her.

— "mind your own business"

You groaned as you tried to focus on another part of the ship, a little afraid of making the same mistake again. Meanwhile, Christina started tidying up a section that was more cluttered with exposed wires; you glanced at her every now and then, just out of curiosity.

— “Why don’t you concentrate on what you’re doing?”

Christina said with a smile while her gaze did not leave her task, for your part you felt a little embarrassment rising up your cheeks, how did she know you were looking at her if she didn't even turn her head?, you sighed.