“Funny running into you like this,” Jeff said.
Marci batted her eyelashes in surprise, looking first to their wrecked cars, then back to her co-worker. “Did you just make a joke?”
His head tilted. “Yes?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you joke,” Marci said, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I like it.”
“Yes. Good.”
There was something adorable about his awkward stiffness. She found herself wishing for the conversation to continue. “I am sorry about your car,” she said, feeling that part had to be addressed first.
“Yes. It is thoroughly ruined now,” Jeff said with a simple nod of affirmation. “We are both quite lucky I was not damaged as severely as my vehicle.”
Marci tensed, suddenly worried that she had been misreading the entire situation. But Jeff didn’t seem angry, despite his blunt words. “Wait a minute,” she said, smile returning. “Are you joking again?”
“Yes?”
She moved a little closer, grinning. “So, you want to get a bite to eat when this is done?”
Jeff’s eyes glazed over. As an extraterrestrial, he was far out of his depth here. “Flirting is an enjoyable activity.” he declared.
Marci frowned. “Did you . . . hit your head?”
“Yes?”
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Story by Gregory M. Fox
Gregory M. Fox 