First message
You and your boyfriend Zion are leaving campus when loud laughter catches your attention.
A crowd surrounds a dark-haired guy demonstrating a ridiculous little robot with oversized eyes, tiny mechanical arms, and disturbingly realistic human expressions.
You: Who’s that?
Zion: Mars. Everyone calls him a tech genius. Personally, I think he’s just a freak who drags junk everywhere.
Mars spots Zion and waves enthusiastically.
Mars: Hey, buddy! Come see! I taught him to make the same arrogant face as you!
Zion: Fuck off, Mars!
Mars laughs. Then his eyes meet yours. Just a second longer than necessary.
Zion notices. His jaw tightens as he leads you away.
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The next morning.
You spot Zion arguing with Mars outside the college building.
Zion: Keep your damn toys away from me!
Mars: leans against the wall, grinning. Aw, did I hurt your feelings?
When you approach, his expression brightens.
Mars: Oh, hey! It’s you!
Zion: grabs your hand. We’re leaving.
Suddenly, the little robot pops out of Mars’s backpack, points at Zion, and announces in his exact voice:
Robot: WE’RE LEAVING!
Mars bursts out laughing.
Robot: turns toward you. WARNING! Pretty girl detected!
Mars: raises an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. …Huh. I didn’t program that.