with such dark eyes and such a wicked past could take my breath away. But love didn't need any explanation. Or did it?
"Then what?" He dipped his head down so our foreheads touched.
"Will you, um, go with me to my school's Fall Ball?"
"A dance?"
"Uh, yeah, a dance."
He pulled his head up, furrowing his eyebrows. "You want me to go to a human high school dance?"
"Yeah. It will be fun. You can actually meet mom, Elijah, and even my stepdad. We can pretend to be a normal couple and hang out in front of everyone instead of this sneaking around thing."
"When is it?" he asked.
"The last weekend in September. You can come in for the football game. I'll tell my mom you are visiting from Arizona. I'm sure she'll let you stay here. You can actually come visit me without having to hide under my bed." I was trying not to get too excited, but it was secretly what I'd dreamt about almost all my life. A guy who would want me as his date to a dance. A guy who would meet my family and show the world that I wasn't just some lonely girl.
"Well you do know that September is hurricane season, so we do get an influx of work with all the new ships landing at Circe."
I looked down. "Okay, I know, it's stupid. Forget I even asked."
How could I forget? He had an actual alien life and job that didn't include me. One that would never make our relationship normal.
His fingers crept under my chin, lifting it up until our eyes met. "It's not stupid. And I promise you that I will do everything I can to be there for you."
His lips met mine for a cold second. Then he disappeared in a blue beam of light just before my mom opened the door to check on me.
Chapter 5
"Alright, Alex, I think you are finally starting to get the hang of this barista thing." Simone smiled, washing her hands in the tiny metal sink next to the espresso machine. Simone was always washing her hands. I chalked it up to OCD or something.
I shrugged, leaning up against the back of the pastry case. "If you can call only messing up half of people's orders instead of all of them as getting the barista thing, then I guess I am."
"Yeah, but that means you are getting at least half of those orders right." Simone wiped her hands with a lime green dish rag and turned back toward me.
I opened my mouth to say something else when the bell above the door rang. I turned to see a woman walking in, someone I had never seen before. Cuppa Java did have its regulars being that Winnebago was a small town, but since we were off the highway we got a lot of travelers as well.
"Hello, what can I get for you today?" I said in the friendliest voice I could muster. The owner said she'd received a few complaints about the sarcasm in my voice. I tried to explain that my voice was normally sarcastic sounding, but for some reason that didn't go over too well. I decided to just bite the bullet and try to sound friendlier rather than lose my job.
The woman looked out from under a mop of blond curly hair. "Well, hey there!" She smiled and plopped her oversized camouflage print bag on the counter.
I tried to keep smiling, but the lady was definitely interesting. She wore a gray sweater that looked like it had tiny Pac-Mans running around it, even though it was at least eighty degrees outside.
"Anything I can get started for you?"
She squinted her eyes and looked up at the coffee board. "Yes, yes, yes, I will have a caramel latte."
"Two percent or skim?"
"Uh, skim," she breathed.
"Do you want whip cream?"
"What is with all the questions?" She put her hands on her hips and stared back at me, narrowing her deep set brown eyes.
I heard Simone try to stifle a giggle behind me. She started making fewer drinks and hung back to make me do the work. I guess it was better for my training, and she did have the whole weird cleaning thing going on with washing her hands after making every drink.
"Uh, just standard procedure for drink making," I squeaked. I dealt with a lot of crazy aliens over the summer,