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know that?”
    I pointed my smudged finger at him. “And you
are an alien that is trying to hide his love of cosmetics.”
    His shadowy eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t
tell if there was anger behind them, the way his brows furrowed
into a point, but I tried to stay defiant as he leaned his face
closer. I could feel the cold air radiating from his body, and I
swore that it shivered all the way through my suit and onto my
skin. He lifted his fingertips to his eyelids, rubbing them
feverishly before facing his still clean fingertips back in my
direction, with the black smudges around his eyes still in
place.
    “You’re wrong." He laughed, leaning back in
his chair. His expression softened, while his smile spread even
farther across his face. He had the greatest laugh I had ever
heard. It was even more melodious than Jen’s giggle and reminded me
of church bells.
    I crossed my arms over my stomach, trying to
hide the girlish grin that was threatening to make its way to my
face if I kept staring at the dimples that had formed at the
corners of Ace's mouth. “Well it wouldn’t be the first time I was
wrong about you."
    I bit my lip, immediately wishing I could
take back the words. “I mean…”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Do you often make
assumptions about Caltians?”
    I shrugged. “I actually didn’t even know any
kind of an alien existed until I arrived at Circe, and even then it
wasn’t until one attacked me that I realized what was going
on.”
    “It's still hard for me to believe that
someone with your IQ and vast expanse of knowledge didn’t suspect
there was more to the universe than just humans.”
    I shrugged, looking down at the floor and
trying to avoid his stare. “I’m really not as smart as you’re
trying to make me out to be. I was the girl who gave the thumbs up
to a room full of aliens after all.”
    He leaned forward, shifting his head down so
that I was forced to look at him. “Do you seriously believe
that?”
    I looked back up to meet his eyes, adjusting
my glasses to have something to do with my hands. “Believe what?
That I’m not that smart?”
    He leaned in closer so that I could see every
feature of his chiseled face against the glow of the computer
screen. “Alex, I wouldn’t have picked you for this position if,
after reading your blog and looking through your school records, I
didn’t think that you were smart.”
    I cocked my chin forward. “You looked through
my school records?”
    He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s really not that hard
to do when you have the power to access anything right at your
fingertips.” He wiggled his fingers before turning his chair back
in the direction of the computer screen. “Oh and by the way." He
looked over at me.
    “Yeah?" I scooted my chair closer to the
computers, shifting it back toward the screens.
    “You really don’t need to wear the eye
shadow. I think you look fine without trying.”
    He didn’t look at me as he spoke. I was
hoping to catch some sort of a smile or a reaction in his eyes, but
I caught nothing.
    “Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?"
I leaned in closer, trying to speak with a boyish tone.
    He let out a single laugh. “Did you just use
some lame movie quote on me?”
    “That is definitely not a lame movie quote,"
I said matter-of-factly. “It’s a classic and probably one of my
all-time favorite movies.”
    “Maybe I did underestimate that high IQ." He
glanced over at me. “If you are into such stupid movies, you really
can’t be that smart.”
    “Look at me! I’m Ace, I wear guyliner and
think I know good cinema, but really I’m a closet classic movie
junkie,” I mocked, waving my fingers in the air.
    “Are you trying to make a joke?” He twisted
his chair back toward me. His eyes narrowed into tiny slits, making
his face look even more like a Grecian statue.
    I put my hands down and faced my chair toward
his. The gravity to his tone made me wonder if he was upset and I
tried not to appear