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Kyle actually had thought Liz would enjoy sitting next to him on the couch
watching him play Nintendo. He hadn't even offered her a turn!

But even with the other guys, there had just been that "sameness" about
them.

"My love life is pathetic," Liz mumbled. "I just need some time to myself,
for myself."

"Well, I can mix you up some great herbal bath oils," Maria offered. "But
if you stop dating, there are going to be some very unhappy boys at
Ulysses F. Olsen High."

"Like who?" Liz demanded.

Maria glanced over at the booth where Max and Michael were sitting. "Max
Evans," she said.

"Max?" Liz repeated. "Max is my buddy. He's not interested in me like
that."

"Oh, please," Maria shot back. "How could he not be interested? You look
like some kind of Spanish princess or something with your long black hair
and your amazing cheekbones. And let's not talk about your skin. Do you
even know the word zit? Plus you're smart and -- "

Liz held up both hands. "Stop!"

Maria was the most loyal person Liz knew. If you were her friend, she
stuck by you no matter what. And Liz and Maria had been friends since the
second grade, when they bonded over a hurt baby bird.

"Okay, I'll stop," Maria answered. "But believe me, Max Evans is more than
interested. He probably has the words Property of Liz Ortecho tattooed on
his chest. Max -- "

"Hi, Michael!" Liz said loudly as Michael walked up to the counter. She
hoped he hadn't heard any of their conversation.

"Hey." Michael raked his fingers through his jet black hair, making the
top even more spiky. "I was wondering if you had a job application I could
fill out."

It was hard for Liz to picture Michael working in the cafe, busing tables
and making change and stuff. It seemed too normal, too ordinary for
Michael. He should have a job as a Navy SEAL or something like that.
Michael was always joking around, but there was a definite edge to him.

Liz reached under the counter and pulled out a pad of forms. "We don't
have any openings right now. But I'll talk to my father, and as soon as