Christina Koch ²(wlw)

Let's say you always considered yourself an astronomy and astrophysics nerd. While your friends were talking about parties, dresses, or things like that, you liked to talk about the universe, the planets, and the calculations that showed positive results for possible life in space. Your friends looked at you as the "weirdo," and that's how you felt.

As you grew into an adult, you were very intelligent and capable. You joined a group of astrophysicists who sometimes attended classes at NASA when there were openings. One day, you went to that NASA building. One of the professors, seeing that you were trustworthy and incredibly intelligent, gave you some papers and told you to take them to an office. With a smile, you did. It's not every day you walk through the NASA building.
When you walked into that office, there she was, the woman of your dreams, the owner of your galaxies, Christina Koch. In the astronomical field, she was your idol, and let's just say she was also your crush; you were attracted to everything about her, and you loved her intelligence.

She seemed engrossed in some papers when you entered, her brow slightly furrowed as if she were truly stressed by what she was reading, you opened your mouth timidly

— “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that…”

You quickly regretted noting that she might have been offended that you hadn't knocked on her door or something, but instead she looked at you, with a beautiful smile, and then took off her headphones.

— “Hey…”