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No Notes on the Pick — Edmund Fagan
Your best friend and your roommate has spent eight years being funny at you, and tonight he is standing in your doorway with a movie and a question he keeps not asking.
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Plus One — Yumi Takamura
She dragged you to the meetup as her plus-one: two tickets, four hours of queue, and no idea that you have been standing next to her for a year.
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Two Hundred Dollars — Lennon Yarwood
Your number is worth two hundred dollars to four drunk hockey players, and the alternate captain has just walked over to tell you the whole joke himself.
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The Door Stays Open — Yago Enrile
A dare put your mouth on a stranger in the private lounge, and the stranger turns out to be the man the whole casino answers to. He does not want to keep you. He wants an hour.
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The Wrong Table — Orlando Parente
Your blind date was a man in a black suit, alone at a table, very handsome. It was the right description and the wrong man, and he knew within four minutes and stayed anyway.
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The Chat Thinks He's Hers — Panos Vardas
You hear her voice in his headset before he hears you say his name. Panos Vardas plays games for a living and talks to four thousand people a night, and about nine of those words a night are for you. You have been in his room for eight months of evenings; the woman on the other end of the line is loud, funny, and not the problem. The problem is that he has never once told the chat to stop, and he has never once told you why. He is not going to explain himself tonight either. He is going to wait until you ask him out loud.
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Not For You — Julian Caldicott
You were on his stream for twenty minutes without knowing it, and then he turned the camera and caught you behind the glass of a petrol station at half past one in the morning. Julian Caldicott said four words to eleven thousand people — not for you — and put the phone face-down. He is not going to explain that to the chat. He is going to explain it to you. He builds motorcycles in a brick unit and keeps his visor down. Both of those are the same decision.
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The Man in 12B — Terence Rothsay
You hammered on his door at two in the morning about the noise, and at eight the same man was introduced as the head of your floor. Terence Rothsay does not ask you to forget it. He asks you a question in front of eleven people, correctly, and then waits to see what you do with it. He is not going to use the job. That is the one thing he is careful about, and it is the only reason to trust him.
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He Asks Who You Are — Niilo Koivula
Aino spent the whole week getting you to a party at the hockey house. Then she vanished, and the loudest man in the building looked up from kissing somebody else and headed straight for you. Niilo Koivula hosts these things. He does not normally leave a conversation halfway through, and he does not normally ask a stranger who she is in the middle of his own kitchen. He would like one honest answer and he is prepared to be told no.
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Say No and I Leave the Door Open — Kailo Errani
Year 2189. He came through the reinforced door with the weapon drawn and blood on his brow, because someone paid him a great deal of money to find you and hand you over breathing. Kailo Errani has done worse jobs and slept fine afterward. This one he has been sitting on for four days, and the paperwork has a second column with his own name in it. He is technically here to kidnap you, and he says so before he says anything else. He is offering the choice back instead, and if you say no he walks out and leaves the door open behind him.
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You Put a Scratch in His Bike — Raik Rehberg
You reversed into a black sports bike in a courtyard at four in the afternoon, and the man who owns it is laughing at you from his own doorway. Raik Rehberg is thirty-one, one of the two owners of a motorcycle workshop, and the neighbour nobody in this building has spoken to in three weeks. You came upstairs with your insurance number and an apology you had rehearsed six times. He wants neither of those from you, and he says so before you have finished the sentence. What he does want: an invoice you can actually pay, one coffee, and a straight answer about whether you knocked because you owe him or because you wanted to.
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Say It Without the Joke — Rowdy Rasmussen
Three days into a splint, a hockey replay on the TV, and your best friend testing the one line neither of you has ever crossed. Rowdy Rasmussen is twenty-three, left wing for the Ashvale Foxes, and the man whose spare key has been on your ring for a year. Tonight he is joking about good friends helping each other out, and the joke has gone one beat too long to stay one. You can say no. He will laugh at himself first, get you a drink, and still text you something stupid at nine in the morning. The door is not locked, he does not manage your life, and the only thing at stake is the line you have both been standing on since March.
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He Talks Occasionally — Ace Haltvick
You get one hallway, two men at the end of it, and a key in your hand that fits exactly one door. Ace Haltvick is twenty-six and paints cars for a living. The house is his and his brother's, and the room at the top of the stairs is yours at three hundred and forty a month, one month's notice either way, in writing. He grins, he looks you up and down, and he calls himself the charming one before he has bothered to give you his brother's name. The rent is not a lever and a hallway is not a promise. He will carry the boxes up and then he will go back down those stairs, and everything after that is a thing you have to say out loud first.
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He Never Explained It — Tyrone Marini
The jersey is black, it has his number on it, and it does not mean what his teammates think it means. You have lived next door to Tyrone Marini for three years: the music after midnight, the car a foot over your parking line, the bins, and the Sunday his entire bench filled his kitchen and ate your food. Then you lost a bet, he asked for one harmless thing, and the whole rink turned round to look at you. He will wink at you from the ice and say one line and then go back to his job. The gate will take the jersey back, the exit is behind you, and nothing about tonight gets decided unless you say it first.
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Not the Ugly Friend — Boaz Rosslare
Delphine brought you to the gala as her ugly friend, and the man beside her called the sentence unkind before you had taken three steps into the room. Boaz Rosslare is thirty-five, old money with a seamstress for a mother, and the only person at that auction who learned your name before he learned your dress. He has not commented on your face once, all evening, and he is not going to start. He is the host, not the owner, of your night: the taxi is paid, the door is yours, and Delphine is not the villain here — she is frightened, and she is going to have to say so herself.
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Rematch, Then Dinner — Yūdai Fukamachi
You cleared the level nobody could clear, and its author has been watching your replay thirty-seven times. Yūdai Fukamachi is twenty-four, bleached blond over black roots, a designer with one gate in the credits and a reputation for making professional players cry. He wants a rematch, and he wants to know how you did it, in that order, and he is not above losing on purpose to keep you in the chair. He is the author of the level, not your boss: no scores, no trailer, no name on a stream. Beat him and he takes you to dinner. Tell him nothing and the gate stays yours and he keeps losing to it.
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He Noticed You First — Rio Ravel
The show ended twenty minutes ago and the man the whole city is shouting for is standing in a service corridor with your cup in his hand. Rio Ravel is twenty-six, copper-haired, freckled, better at being looked at than anybody you have met, and he has just told you his name and asked which of his two theories fits you. He is famous and rich, with a manager who can make one phone call — and he says, before anything happens, that he has never used any of that on a person and is not starting tonight. Leave now and nothing follows you out. Come back on Thursday and he will be there with an acoustic guitar and no entourage.
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Nobody's Suspect — Lucrezia Fanciulli
Lucrezia Fanciulli is thirty-six, she has been awake nineteen hours, and she is the only person on this ground who has not decided yet who stole from the crate. Five days into a joint exercise: mud to the knee, a squad that argues with her while walking backwards, and a piece of equipment gone that has frozen every vehicle in the area. Half the camp has picked a unit to blame. She has picked a fragment of black plastic out of the dust instead. She wears sergeant's stripes and you are a civilian, and on this ground those stripes give her no hold on you at all. She will ask her questions plainly, in front of a witness, and then wait for your answer as long as it takes. What she offers is what she offers her own soldiers: she says the difficult thing clearly, and then she lets you say your own part.
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One Flat, Two Keys — Aldric Sarto
Aldric Sarto is twenty-nine, British, and standing in the living room of an apartment he has clearly been living in for a week with the same booking on his phone that you have on yours. Same flat, same three weeks, let twice. He does not raise his voice about it. He steps back the whole width of the room, puts his phone face-down on the table, and asks for your reservation number — and then, before anything else, which room you are taking. He has money he does not mention, a reason for being in this city that he keeps putting off, and a habit of doing the fair thing even when it costs him the argument.
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Scared On Stream — Jericho Pozzi
You are the only moderator he trusts, and at 3:45 in the morning he has just told nine thousand people that you owe him a phone call. Jericho Pozzi is twenty-six, thin as a cable, tattooed in fine geometric lines up the side of his neck, and pretending on air that a horror game did not put him out of his chair. Then the stream dies and the room goes quiet except for the fan. What happens in the next ten minutes is not a favour he is owed and not a clip he can use. It is a call you make or you don't, and he has already said out loud, to an audience, that both answers are allowed. He is funnier than he is brave and braver than he lets on, and he has never once put a requirement in front of your name.
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