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boringness, thank you.” In fact I’ve settled into my monotonous life pretty well, only feeling the urge to rip my hair out about once a week now.
    Skye straightens a doll on the shelf beside her. “But seriously, Caymen, you should’ve come last night. Why didn’t you?”
    “What time did you get home?” I ask.
    “I don’t know . . . two-ish.”
    “And that’s why I didn’t go. I had to work this morning.”
    “It’s like she’s a grown-up already,” Henry says.
    Who asked you?
    “Play her a song, Henry. A real one.”
    “Okay.”
    As he starts to play Skye grabs the paper from my hands and puts it on the counter. “Just take a little break.” She drags me to the floor in front of Henry. While he sings she looks over at me. “Oh, someone asked about you last night.”
    “Where?”
    “At Scream Shout.”
    “Who?”
    “I don’t know, some kid who looked like he could’ve owned the place. Dressed like a fancy-pants. Super white teeth.”
    For some reason this news sends a jolt of fear through me. “Xander?”
    She shrugs. “I don’t know. He didn’t say his name.”
    “What did he say?”
    “Well, I overheard him talking to some guy behind me. He said, ‘Do you know a girl named Caymen?’ The guy said he didn’t. When I turned around to tell him I knew you he was already walking away.”
    “And he left?”
    “No, he stayed for a while, listened to Henry play, ordered a soda. Then he left.”
    Xander was looking for me. Not good. Mr. Rich and his completely over-the-top lifestyle need to stay away. “Was he alone?”
    “No. Some girl was with him. She had short dark hair. Looked like she was bored.”
    His cousin maybe? I shrug.
    “Who is he?”
    “Just the grandson of some customer.”
    “The rich grandson of some rich customer?”
    “Yeah.”
    “We should have more rich friends. It would take our entertainment to the next level.”
    “What are you talking about?” I point to Henry. “This is completely high-class. We have our own personal musician.”
    “You guys aren’t even listening to my song,” Henry complains.
    “Sorry. It sounds great, babe.”
    He stops playing and returns his guitar to the case. “Caveman, I’m going to do you a favor.”
    “Please don’t.”
    “Hear me out. I’m going to set you up with a friend. We can double.” He looks at Skye. “Tic. He’s the lead singer of Crusty Toads.”
    Skye gets a huge smile. “Oh yeah, he’s so cool. You’ll love him, Caymen.”
    “Tick? As in a blood-sucking insect?”
    “No, as in a twitch. A tic.” He blinks hard, imitating what I assume is a twitch. “It’s not his real name.”
    “No kidding,” I say.
    “It’s true. But I forgot his real name. Seriously, you guys would be perfect for each other. You’ll like him.”
    I stand and grab my paper again. “No. I don’t want to go out.” And I definitely don’t want to go on a blind date with someone named Tic who Henry thinks is perfect for me.
    “Please, please, please,” Skye begs, tugging on my arm.
    “I don’t even know the guy. I’ll feel pathetic.”
    “We can change that. I’ll send him in your store one day this week to say hi,” Henry says.
    I whirl on him. “Don’t you dare.”
    “That sounds like a challenge,” he says with a laugh.
    “No, it’s not, Toad. Don’t do this.” Would it be wrong if I sicced one of the dolls on him?
    “Don’t worry. I’ll be sly about it. I won’t tell him you want to go out with him or anything.”
    “Well, that’s good considering I don’t want to go out with him.”
    Skye sings the word “Anxiety.”
    Henry laughs again and stands up. “No worries, Caveman, you’ll be okay. Just be yourself.”
    Not the “be yourself” line. I loathe that line. As if Myself and Tic have met before and gotten along, so all I have to do is make sure Myself is there this time. So illogical.
    “You ready to go, Die?”
    “Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” She smiles a really sneaky smile and I