my hidden cybernetic limbs will give me what I need?”
I swiped again. Another shrill buzz of denial.
“You’re lucky the cops didn’t blow the door when we were taking you home. I think they said they cited your landlord, but the idiot doesn’t seem to care.”
“Idiot, huh?”
“Yeah, you shouldn’t put up with people like that.”
Third try. Third failure. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve said the door was enjoying itself.
Vair stared amused at me, expecting some four-letter word to burst out of my mouth. I turned and held my wrist up to her. “Sometimes the hero needs help from the girl. C’mon… Kiss for good luck.”
Vair stared at my wrist for a second. “Stereotype,” she remarked as she leaned forward and kissed the skin over the implant.
“Don’t always try to see the worst in people. Sometimes Margarita just—”
My fourth attempt opened the door