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→"Why?" he asked me. It was a simple question, but it felt like an attack.

→I lifted my shoulders and kept my eyes on my flipscreen. "I hardly ever use my real name. I like to keep my identity private."

→"Just out of curiosity, why do you go by Alex in your profile?"

→I jumped when Mike interrupted us to scan our fingerprints. I brushed mine against the small, portable screen he carried, about the size of a cell phone. Justin quickly scanned his finger and turned his attention back to me.

→"I've seen them all before," he said. "The real world's getting pretty small. I think we're an endangered species." He looked back at me and there was a small grin on his lips, which forced me to stare at them too long.

→"How did you know it was me?" I asked. His eyes took a turn around the room.

→All I could do was stare at him. I felt my face heat up, infuriated he could see it. Meeting people in person makes you vulnerable, which my dad always preaches is a weakness.

→"Sorry I'm late. Traffic."

→"Madeline," he said finally. I felt my stomach contract again and tried to ignore it. He took his baseball cap off and ran his fingers through a heap of brown messy hair.

→He leaned back against the chair and studied me. My eyes flickered to the three girls in the front of the room, blatantly staring at us with their mouths open.

→"It's Madeline, actually. Alex is just one of my profile names."

→"Alex?" he asked me with disbelief.

→"Hi," I mumbled. It was the standard social greeting so why was he looking at me like I was nuts?

→I kept my eyes on my screen until I heard the chair move next to me and was aware of him sliding into the seat. When I looked over at him, I was met with dark brown eyes that stared straight into mine.

→He looked around the room and his gaze quickly passed over me. I wasn't surprised. In my brown shirt I looked camouflaged with the other chairs. I watched him and observed his expression change. He slowly looked at each face sitting there as if he thought he was in the wrong room. He waved at the other girl sitting by herself and addressed the guy in the back of the room opposite me as Matt. Then he looked at me, this time full in the face. I felt myself blush, but his look wasn't flirtatious. It was unbelieving, as if I shouldn't be sitting there. I bit my bottom lip and my eyes fell down to my flipscreen.

→My stomach did another flip and I winced at the sensation. It felt like Justin's presence stole the oxygen in the room. I tend to shrink when people look at me, as if my shoulders are sensitive to stares, but he was oblivious to the attention he was generating. He had on a dark baseball cap, pulled low over his forehead, but I could see tufts of dark brown hair spilling out around the edges. He wore faded jeans and a dark gray T-shirt. It made me feel a little better. Those girls might look like peacocks next to me, but from his apparel he didn't seem to care about fashion either.

→"I'm meeting somebody, but thanks," Justin said. Her face fell for a moment but when he smiled at her, his dimples set deep in his face, she beamed back.

→"You can sit with us," she said, and motioned to an empty chair next to her. I watched their interaction and was impressed she could be so outspoken. Looking at him only made me want to hide underneath the table. I was expecting he'd be some cyber nerd with challenged writing skills. Not a female lust magnet.

→"Justin," the tallest, prettiest one said. I felt my stomach kick at the sound of his name and instinctively set my hands on top of it, wondering what just happened.

→His tall, athletic frame nearly filled up the doorway. He walked in the room with a spring in his step, as if his body contained an overabundance of energy.