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something comes up I'll have him call you."

"Oh, I think you're going to be having some openings real fast," Michael
answered in a serious tone. "Unless your dad likes waitresses who stand
around gossiping instead of waiting on tables." He winked.

Maria threw her dish towel at him. Michael cracked up.

"I'll go," Maria said. She picked up two menus and followed Michael over
to his booth.

Liz shot a quick glance over at Max -- and found herself staring directly
into his bright blue eyes. They were such an unusual shade, strange and
beautiful. Not the blue of the sky or of the ocean.

Max held Liz's gaze for a second, then he looked away.

Maria wasn't right about Max -- was she? Liz had known Max since third
grade. He had been her lab partner since they were sophomores. But they
never hung out outside of class. And Liz hadn't picked up on any vibe
signaling that Max wanted to be more than friends.

Liz grabbed the nearest napkin holder and restocked it. What would it be
like to go out with Max? He wasn't really her type. He was quiet. And kind
of a loner.

He saw the world in a different way from most people. He said things that
made Liz stop and think. Like when those scientists in Scotland cloned
that sheep. A lot of people talked about who they would clone if they
could -- scientists or athletes or movie stars. But Max was more
interested in whether or not the soul could be cloned -- and if it
couldn't, what that meant. Spending time with Max definitely wasn't
boring.

Liz wiped a drop of milk off the counter. She moved the ketchup bottle up
a fraction of an inch so it was exactly even with the mustard bottle. Then
she stole another peek at Max.

No one could say the boy was homely, that was for sure. If there were a
beefcake calendar of Ulysses F. Olsen High hotties, Max would be in it.
Tall, blond, buff, with those blue, blue eyes...

Liz felt her face get hot. It was weird thinking of Max that way. Most of
the time she forgot he was certifiably gorgeous. Max was just Max. She
couldn't --

"I don't want the money tomorrow. I want it now!"

The angry voice interrupted Liz's thoughts. She jerked her head up and saw
everyone in the cafe staring at the men in the booth by the door. The