“Are you a real human or a robot? It’s so hard to tell these days.” Usually, she wouldn’t hold hands with a man she had just met at the bar, but she had to know if he was warm. She gazed at him as if trying to go behind his eyes, dig deeper into his charming smile. What would she find underneath? Wires? Blood? A soul? He reminded her of someone she met a long time ago, when her heart was still healthy enough to fall in love. It was the way his brown skin glistened with sweat under the low lights of the bar, or the way his dark eyes shone when he smiled, or the way he towered over her, looking down to meet her gaze.

He took another sip of his drink and grinned. “I’m whatever you want me to be.”

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