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color of polished onyx and spiked up every which way. His
face is sculpted, but wild at the same time, and his black leather
jacket is tailored to fit his shoulders perfectly. The entire left
side of his face is veiled by a leather mask, the eye hidden from
sight. The other eye is staring right at me. I look at him for a
moment and a broad smile crosses his face.
    Busted.
    “Damn,” I mutter, turning away. Sync bobs,
staring at MaXXX, her antennae glowing soft pink. Yep, the robot is
infatuated. Is that even possible? I risk another glance towards
the guy. He’s still looking my way.
    “Sync. Earth to Sync.” She doesn’t respond,
so I flick her in the head. My fingernail rings off metal. She
spins on me. “Look to your right.”
    “Can’t you see I’m trying to—Ooh.” She
pauses. “That guy is looking at you, Luce.”
    “No, really? I hadn’t noticed.” I roll my
eyes.
    “He’s looking at you in a way that suggests
he’s interested.”
    “Great. What do I do?”
    “You could always go talk to him.”
    “I’ll pass.”
    “Why not? He’s totally your type. Cute
enough?”
    “Sure, but…” I feel my face heat up, a slow
simmer. I shake my head. “Would you go talk to MaXXX?”
    “Maybe if I had a human body. I highly doubt
a rock singer would be interested in a model like myself.”
    “You don’t know; he could totally have a
robot fetish.”
    “Luce!” She scolds me and I crack a grin.
    The first chord of their hit song ‘Breaking
Out’ blares from the speakers and the crowd begins to whistle and
screech. I slouch in my seat, trying not to steal little glances at
the dark-haired guy. I’ll admit, he is hot, but a boyfriend’s just
not in my agenda. Besides, once he figures out who I am and what I
can do, it would be bye-bye cutie pie.
    The music thrums deep within me, the bass
reverberating in my soul. People at the next table over are
singing, mostly off-key, to MaXXX’s smooth-as-silk voice. The
singer is grinning, holding his guitar like it’s his lifeline. The
drummer behind him pumps out a quick beat, smashing the cymbal, and
people cheer again.
    I risk another glance. The hottie grins,
shows a flash of teeth, and then lifts his hand in a wave. I shrug
and look away before he can see the heat invading my cheeks. My
pulse is thundering like the drum set. Hormones are such a
slag.
    I tip back my cocoa, which is cool enough to
drink now, and gulp it. Whipped cream frosts my nose and I swipe at
it, then crunch the peppermint straw, enjoying the icy burn of
mint. I need to chill. So what if that guy’s staring at me? I came
here to enjoy the band, not freak out.
    With steely resolve, I turn in my chair so
there’s no possible way I can see the hottie, and stare at MaXXX as
he croons to a ballad. Sync sighs beside me, her digital eyes the
shape of hearts, and I can’t help but laugh. When Elysium starts a
song that I know by heart, I start singing along with the group
beside me, my voice barely audible.
    “Miss?” There’s a tap on my shoulder and I
jump, glancing up into the face of the perky blonde waitress. She
smiles down at me, holding a fancy latte in her hand. She places it
in front of me. “He said to say this was from your guardian angel.”
She giggles and I frown.
    “Who?”
    “The guy over there.” She waves towards the
hottie. Our eyes meet and he grins and winks at me. Oh hell. The
waitress beams. “Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer, lucky
girl. I’d totally steal him if he was a few years older. Have an
awesome night!” She prances off, leaving me a cup of steaming
coffee and a churning stomach.
    I glance up to see the boy again, but he’s
not in his chair. I see his back retreating towards the Portal, his
thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his jeans. My heart skips a beat
and I hunch my shoulders, trying to get the stupid, silly feeling
of excitement out of my gut.
    I. Do. Not. Need. A. Boyfriend. It would just
be an emotional hazard. A boyfriend is