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name?”
    He laughs. “Everyone knows your name.” I must look skeptical because he adds, “Everyone in my world. We’ve seen your video. Plus, you know, I kind of met you at the graduation the other day. I feel bad about that. Mr. Long was really determined to get that interview. I think he’s hoping for some funding or something.”
    “Right,” I say. Then ask, “So you’ve really seen the video?”
    “Sure. A dozen times. Plus, your fansite is awesome. You guys do a great job.”
    Um, what? I knew his website had linked it, but Gabe himself? Mind melt.
    “The video has been really successful. We track all that kind of stuff. Fan pages, videos, artwork, posts on Twitter.”
    “Oh,” I say, “Sure, I guess that makes sense. The video did okay. We were surprised.”
    “Over 1,000,000 hits in a week. That is beyond successful, Ruby.”
    He adjusts the brim of his hat, making me look at his face. Gabe is cute; I know this. He’s working a hipster look. The quasi-beard. Blue eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses and some kind of touristy trucker hat. I think there’s a cartoon pig dancing on the front. He’s wearing a red and white plaid shirt frayed around the collar. He looks a little bit like a frat boy, but I know better. He’s a successful art school drop-out. And he just admitted he watched our amateur video! Iris. Is. Going. To. Die.
    Iris. I look around the atrium. I see her across the room waving her hands in Reid’s face. They’re arguing. Again.
    “You know them?”
    “The one dressed as Chloe is my best friend, Iris. She was with me the other day. She directed and filmed the video. The one she’s fighting with is Reid. He goes to our school and is a douche.” Yeah, I said douche in front of Gabe Foster. Awesome. Good thing my face is covered in enough fake dirt to hide the blush.
    “Ah, okay, well, anyway, her costume looks good,” he says. “Did you guys make them?”
    “Yeah, I took costume design in school. It was cool.”
    “Oh, so design was your focus?”
    “No, visual arts, but I kind of took a little bit of everything – drama, dance, all that.”
    “Did you have Bowman for drawing?”
    “Yeah, he hated me. Said I talked too much.”
    “He loved me.”
    I roll my eyes. “Of course he did.”
    He smiles and again we slip into awkward. Somehow I’m sitting with this guy, this guy I have a fandom crush on, because he is so amazing and artistic. It’s too surreal that we’re casually talking about school and the video. What. The. Hell? “So you take drama classes?”
    “Some. I’ve been in some plays. It’s kind of required – plus it’s what everyone does. You know, art school nerds.” I explain. “Acting isn’t my passion, obviously. Playing Alexandra was just for fun. The idea of seeing her in a movie or on TV would be amazing. The whole story is great – she’s so badass. We wanted it to come to life and give people something to watch, you know? So, Iris and I just decided to go for it. For the fansite. She can use it on her applications, too,” I say. “I know it’s kind of lame.”
    Gabe laughs. “No, not lame at all. It’s pretty cool. I mean, it can be weird having people so into something I created, but I get it. If acting isn’t your passion, what is?”
    “Ah, yeah, well, the jury’s still out on that one. College is the plan.” Also, did he call me cool? He did.
    “College is fun.”
    “Ha, you dropped out.” Abort! Stalker alert! “I mean, I read that.”
    “True, but I found my passion and I dropped out to go to work. You’ll find what interests you I’m sure,” he says. “Anyway, thanks for making the film. I enjoyed watching it.”
    “Thanks for inspiring us – and writing the most hardcore female comic character in the history of all graphic novels.”
    “You’re welcome. You guys did an awesome job bringing her to life.”
    Awkward moment of thanking. Could it be longer? Yes. Yes, it could. I add one more. “Thanks for getting me