by Hydrargentium

“…and after that, cleaning up the remaining microbots was easy. Just a magnet and a slapped-together beacon.”

Julian slid back into the booth, giving an extra bump to Candace with his hips on the way in. She turned to look at him with a genuine smile, and then broke into a big fake smile when she saw the tray of mugs.

“Oooh! Extra round on Julian!”

Aaron’s big fist came at him from across the table, nailing him firmly in the shoulder.

“Way to go, buddy! And here I thought I’d have to spend my own money tonight.”

Julian shrugged. He really only wanted to buy Candace a drink, but he didn’t want it to look like he was going after her.

“Just taking care of my friends.”