I could see his thinly rimmed glasses reflecting the dramatic waxing moon as he adjusted his strange, almost alien, equipment. It was so sweet, this little charade he had made up, just for me. Then there was the 'Zim problem'. I knew he couldn't be an alien from the elevator incident... No, this obsession my darling had with him was... Unnatural. I had seen Dib in class. Watching him. Studying him. Almost taunting him. Their relationship... Was it more than a nemesiship? Was this the mask from which they hid their romance from the world?