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but crazy humans were a hard one for me to deal with.
    "Oh! Okay, then whipped cream! Lots!" She tossed her hands up in the air and laughed.
    "Alright, then." I turned my back toward her as Simone inched to my side and pretended to be looking for something under the counter. In reality, she just keeled over laughing.
    I poured the milk in the melting pot and placed it on the machine to steam. Then I pumped the espresso, letting it sink into the small metal pitcher. After the milk heated to one-hundred-and-seventy-degrees, I took the heat wand out of it and poured the milk and espresso in a foam cup, followed by two squirts of caramel syrup. After grabbing the whipped cream out of the fridge beneath the espresso machine, I squirted a dollop on top of the drink and placed a lid on top before handing it back to the lady.
    "Okay, that will be three-forty-nine." I smiled, pressing the button for latte on the register.
    She nodded and reached into her bag. She rummaged through it for awhile before she screeched out, "MEOW!"
    I jumped back, almost tripping over Simone until she hopped up.
    The lady stood there laughing with a giant cat wallet in her hand. "I just let the cat out of the bag!"
    "Oh, heh, funny." I tried my best to smile and placed a hand over my heart. It was beating like crazy.
    "Alex, I'm going to head to the back real quick." Simone tapped my shoulder, still trying to cover her laughter, and went behind the saloon doors to where we stocked all of our supplies. I knew she was just going back there so the lady wouldn't see her laughing, but it wasn't fair to leave me with cooky-mcoockyness.
    The lady pulled out a five and placed it in my hand, not letting go until I looked at her. "Scared you, didn’t I, Princess?" She winked.
    I took the five and put in the register, counting her change. It had to be a coincidence. She couldn't know who Ace or I was.
    She leaned in closer, her words a whisper. "The Martians told me you were working here and I didn't believe them, but I guess I was wrong. Hot diggity dog!" She clapped her hands.
    I looked back toward the stockroom, hoping Simone didn't hear her. Only a few people knew about me and Ace, and those were mainly classified people from Circe. I didn't want the word to get out that I was dating an alien.
    "Don't worry." She took a giant slurp of her latte, which would have probably burned a normal person. This lady was definitely an alien. "I won't tell a soul. Too many people out there that want your title."
    My title? Before I could ask the strange lady another question she left. I knew that was something I would have to ask Ace about later, whenever I would see him again, but for the moment I just wanted to go back to pretending to be normal. Pretending being the key word.

Chapter 6
     
    Friday couldn't come soon enough. Mrs. Huff's boring lecture had me teetering on the brink of sleep. I constantly found myself almost falling of my chair and then jolting awake to catch myself before I fell. When the bell finally rang I couldn't get up fast enough.
    "Miss Bianchi?"
    Crap . She spotted me. Now I was going to get reamed for falling asleep in class. I walked toward the rickety podium, other students whispering as they passed me as they left the room.
    "Yes, Mrs. Huff?"
    She licked her overly dry lips and I tried not to cringe. She looked like a Pomeranian with its tongue hanging out of her tiny wrinkled face. Her thinning hair was even the same color as an old dog.
    "The Columbia recruiter visited with you last year, correct?" Her voice was feeble, like each word could be her last.
    "Uh, yeah that was me."
    Her knees creaked through her polyester pants as she shifted back and forth. "Will you be attending there next fall?"
    "Um, no, I actually applied and was accepted to Northern Arizona."
    "Oh, that's too bad."
    I turned to leave when her clammy hand slapped a piece of paper down on mine.
    "You have such a talent for writing. You shouldn't waste it."
    In my hand was a