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But then one of the silhouettes slid into the seat across from him.\n\"Brian?\"\nBrian's chest constricted.  He kept his eyes trained on the tabletop.  \"Sara? I wasn't--\"\n\"Didn't you see me over there waving like an idiot?  I was saving us the sofa by the...\"  She moved to get up but then slumped back into the seat.  \"That couple just stole it.\"  She looked around.  \"This is fine I guess.\"\nHis pills were in his pocket.  He hadn't taken one yet.  He had been waiting for his tea.  Even if he had taken a pill it would be twenty-seven minutes before he'd be able to interact with her directly.  He grasped the pill bottle from the outside of his jacket.  His head grew hot.\n\"You're late,\" she said. \"Just kidding.\"  She giggled and touched his hand that lay palm down on the table.\nBrian shot up out of his seat.  \"Excuse me,\" he said to the back of Sara's chair.  His heart shook his body with each pounding beat.  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And at the end of share time his teacher, Mrs. Kesner, would ask him if he'd brought anything to share.  The other kids would turn their heads, aiming their faces at him.  He'd wipe the tears from his cheeks and shake his head.  Please look away.  His lips would move.  His thoughts almost audible.  Please, stop looking at me.  By the third week he started leaving his backpack in his cubby, and Mrs. Kesner stopped calling on him.  But today would be different.  He had practiced all weekend, and his mom had coached him.  \nJust stare at Voltron. Talk to Voltron.\nThey gathered on the alphabet rug.  Brian plopped down on the letter E, his backpack resting in his lap.  He squeezed the robot's body through the green, heavy canvas.\nHe stared at the carpet in front of his shoes, listening to his other classmates' shares.  Every week there were a few Barbies and Tonka trucks, but today there was also a rock with googly eyes, and a lost tooth that would go under a pillow at bedtime.  Nothing as good as Voltron.  Shiny chromed plastic, bright reds, glossy black, and hands that looked like the jaws of fierce robot lions.\n\"Is there anyone else that brought something to share?\" Mrs. Kesner asked.\nHis arms tensed around his green backpack, then he raised his hand up just above his shoulder.\nThe girl next to him shouted.  \"Brian's got something.\"\nHe cringed and retracted his hand.\n\"Brian?\" Mrs. Kesner said.  \"Oh, wonderful.\"  Her hands clapped together.  \"Come on up Brian.\"\nBrian started to hyperventilate.  He heard his mom's voice in his head.  If you start breathing fast, just close your eyes and breathe in through your nose, then blow it out in a silent whistle.  His breath hitched, but he was controlling it.\n\"Brian?\" his teacher said.  \"Do you have something for show and tell?\"\nBrian nodded but kept his eyes trained on his backpack's zipper.  He pushed himself up then walked around the mass of children who spread out across the floor.  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Can you tell me?\" Voltron said.\n\"This is Voltron-- \"\n\"Can you speak up Brian, so that everyone can hear,\" Mrs. Kesner interrupted.\nBrian's face and neck warmed, and his hands shook.\n\"I can't hear you Brian, just a little louder,\" Voltron said.\n\"This is Voltron, I got him for my birthday.\"\nA few of the boys gasped.  \"Can you pass him around so we can see him?\" one of the boys asked.\nBrian's breathing quickened, his hands were moist with sweat.\n\"Brian, is it all right if we pass your toy around for everyone to see, or would you like to walk around to each of your classmates so that they can get a closer look?\" Mrs. Kesner asked.\nThe kids sitting on the ground in front of him came into focus.  Their eyes were on him, demanding he say something.  The heat swelled in his arms, his chest, and his face.\n\"Brian, are you feeling okay?\" Mrs. Kesner's hand touched his shoulder.\nA flood of saliva pooled in his mouth, the room spun, and Brian threw up.\nThe children in the splash zone screamed.\n\n<<<>>>\n\nEvery few minutes Brian cracked the bathroom door and peaked out to make sure Sara hadn't left yet, and see if his tea was waiting at the bar.  When he saw his tea, he beelined for the bar, grabbed the white to-go cup, and took his seat across from Sara.  She did most of the talking, but it was the white to-go cup that Brian spoke to.\nThe plastic lid and the rim of the cup made a mouth that talked to Brian in Sara's voice.\n\"What kind of work do you do?\" the cup asked.\n\"I work from home as a data analyst for a market research firm,\" Brian said.\n\"I work from home too,\" the cup said. 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Everything is like sea themed, so you'd think it would be a seagull nest.  But anyway, usually only the servers get to dance in there, but at the end of the night, they were closing, and the lights came on and the bouncers were like  If you're not staff or pole dancers get out.  So you know what I did?\"  The top of the cup wagged back and forth, its tea string paper now a fist resting on its hip.  \"I got up in the crow's nest and started spinning around on that pole.\"\nBrian pictured the white to-go cup spinning around a chrome pole, complete with mirror ball and smoke machine.  Twisting its top half like it was looking over its shoulder while twerking. Brian laughed.\nSara's foot touched his leg under the table and he jumped.\n\"Are you okay Brian?\" Sara asked.  The rim and lid of the cup weren't moving anymore.\n\"Yeah, I'm okay.\"  He was now very aware of the woman sitting across from him.  His chest tightened.  His face flushed.\n\"Brian what's wrong with you?  You haven't looked at me once the whole time I've been here.\"\nHe looked at his watch.  Just a few more minutes.  He focused on his cup and thought of the picture from Sara's dating profile.  \"I think your green eyes are very pretty.\"\nIn his peripherals he saw her slip backwards into her chair.  Her arms crossed.  \"I used to wear contacts okay?  I had LASIKs.\"  Her voice raised. \"You don't look exactly like your picture either you know.\"\nHe could taste the bile rising to his throat.  \"Excuse me for a moment.\"  His chair shot backwards as he jumped up and bolted for the restroom.\n\n<<<>>>\n\nBrian stood next to his mom's bed, his hair and pajamas damp from sweat.\n\"What's wrong honey?\" his mom asked.  The green numbers of her alarm clock illuminated her face.\n\"I had a bad dream.\"  He sniffed and wiped his face with his pajama-sleeve.\nEarlier that evening, they had watched ET the Extra-Terrestrial.  Brian had slowly burrowed his way under the couch cushions before asking his mom if they could take a break.\n\"It was just a movie honey.\"  She propped her head up with one arm and brushed his wet hair away from his forehead with her other hand.\n\"But it could happen,\" he said.\n\"Well it's not going to happen.\" She lifted her sheet and Brian climbed in next to her.  He snuggled in close to his mom and lay quietly for a few minutes.\n\"Mommy?\" he whispered. \n\"Hmm?\"\n\"I dreamed that I could talk to this other kid just like I was talking to you, and then these people came and took him away.\"  His voice wavered.\nShe gave him a squeeze.  \"I have that same dream about you, but no one ever takes your friend away.\"\nHe sniffed. \"Really?\"\n\"Yup, here, I'll let you borrow my dream.\"  She mimed cracking an egg on his head, then dragged her fingers across his scalp, down his face, then tickled underneath his chin.\nHe squirmed. \"Okay, okay, I got it.\"\n\"Are you sure?  I better do it again?\" She tickled him some more.\n\"Yes, yes, I'm sure!\" He tried to catch his breath.\nHis mom stop tickling him and pulled him in for another hug.  \"Don't worry sweetie, talking to the other kids will get easier.  You're just going through a phase.\"\n\n<<<>>>\n\nThe pressure in Brian's chest melted away, as did the tension in his face and shoulders.  The pills had kicked in.  He felt lighter, and a little dizzy.  The good kind of dizzy.  Maybe he could salvage this date.  He opened the bathroom door.  Sara was gone.\nHe returned to the table where his to-go cup waited for him, but it was no longer dancing and talking.  He sat down, looked out the window at the parking lot, and reached for his tea--\nA woman's hand covered the lid before he could bring it to his lips.  \"Don't drink that,\" she said.  Her voice was the same as the happy, chalk-face that had taken his order.  Anne.  Her fingers grazed his index finger as she took the cup from him.  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