The truth.

"Sorry," you say, "yes I was quoting star trek. I was just noticing how weird things are around here, so I thought maybe I was in a holodeck. You're a trekkie?"

"Of course," she says with a smile, "now, what do you mean when you things are weird around here?"

"Well, first of all, look around: It's almost all women in this hall, and they are all super hot! What's up with that?"

She looks around thoughtfully, eyebrows raising at a small group of mini-skirted students with the sexiest legs you've ever seen, "Are you saying I'm hot?"

You slap your forhead, flabbergasted.

"I'm joking," she says with a mischievous smile, "Actually, I see what you mean. I've been going to this school for awhile, and I can say that there are plenty of guys, and plenty of less attractive girls. But not in this hallway, apparently."

"Ok, that's what I thought," you say, thinking back to your time helping out here, "I feel like I remember more of a gender balance. But...that's not the weirdest thing. If it was just gender, I could chalk it up to coincidence."

"Go on."

"I'm getting way more attention than usual," you tell her, feeling a little embarrassed as you say it out loud, "like, more than you'd expect even if I was five times hotter than I am now."

She looks at you appraisingly, slowly running her eyes up and down your body. "You're a good looking guy, but nothing outlandish."

You sputter for a moment. "Well, thanks!"

She shrugs, "I'm just being honest. Because you're right, the girls are definitely checking you out. And giving me some dirty looks too, come to think of it." She gives a group of mean girls a cheerful wave. "I can see why you thought it was a holodeck, though. It definitely seems like the world is revolving around you."

"But you're not acting strange," you say.

"How would you know," she laughs, "you don't know me."

"Right. And- you did somehow show up right as I was doing my holodeck thing. And you're also, no offense, super hot, except for the glasses, no offense, which look like a bad costume designer wanted to make you look nerdy but was too lazy to really try."

You glance up at her as you talk, only to realize her glasses aren't on her face anymore. She grins even bigger at you, and waggles her eyebrows playfully.

"....who _are _you," you ask, "because I'm about to start shouting 'enough games, Q!' and I really don't want to humiliate myself a second time."