" I'm smart," I shrugged. I couldn't risk telling him the truth and having him leave me, so I lied. I was a liar.

" You must be. And you're in school again?" he mused.

" Yeah. International relations are important for my company," I added, and he nodded.

" So, what's your favorite color," he asked, I thought. I only ever liked black, but now, I like dark gray, just like his eyes. He looked away with a slight smile. I was sure he was smiling.

" Black and dark gray like your eyes," I said, ...