Different. It’s more complex. The flirtation is friendly, smiling, touching, but can pretty easily be misinterpreted as just normal conversation. Or..., if you get yourself a crush on a straight girl; watch out. Anyway, I digress. This girl in front of me is pretty perfect. I can’t think of a time I saw more perfect lips. The mouth has always been what I notice first on anyone’s face. Hers was ... kind. Full lips that made a subtle upturn at the side. When she smiled at the busboy, one side of her. “I know that sounds arrogant, but really, how many of the faculty have called me Wonder-boy either to my face or indirectly in their conversations with you? Enough for the name to stick. The faculty at Harvard is calling me Wonder-boy. Harvard! Not beauty school. Not career college. Harvard. At that point, my capabilities are really beyond reproach.”“I agree,” he told me. “I’m just pointing out that you don’t suffer from the same battles with authority figures that others your age are prone to.. By that I mean, that whether she was there by unbelievable accident or by design to find me, I couldn’t believe it. But here she was. I went over to her. I was still dressed in my apron and cleaning clothes, read old jeans and an ASU tee shirt.“Marianne?” I said, still not believing even my eyes.“David! Is that you?” she said. Apparently it was a coincidence, a fortuitous accident in the serendipitous synchronicity of the eternal cosmos.“It is indeed, and you!” I said.“David, what are you doing. " I bet she's not happy to have her little plan spoiled." Let her fume. I wasn't going to let my students be part of her games." Well, let's get them going then."Thanks to having Alan along, the trip to the accelerator went prettysmoothly. Alan handled the class like a master juggler, seeming to knowby instinct which students would act up when. They got to theaccelerator, and met their guide, who turned out to be a woman namedLorraine Locker."Come this way. You'll be able to be actually inside.