“An informational interview?” Alexis sounds skeptical. She stares at Ian, who is still staring at me. “Yeah. Kind of. It devolved into a . . .” Into what? Us almost fucking on NASA property? You wish, Hannah. “A debugging session,” Ian says. Then clears his throat. I let out a laugh. “Right. That.” “Debugging session?” Alexis sounds even more skeptical. “That doesn’t sound fun.” “Oh, it was,” Ian says. He’s still staring at me. Like he’s found his long-missing house keys and is afraid he’ll lose them again if he looks away.
