The man slammed his hands on the table, making the keyboard rattle. “Dammit!”
Sylvia looked up from her table and watched for a moment. Maybe there’s something wrong with his computer, she thought. As a senior at Cal Tech, she felt it was her duty to offer assistance, so she walked over there. “Computer problems?”
He looked up at her with piercing black eyes that took her breath away. “Yeah, guess you could say that. Lost another one.”
She scooted a chair over and sat down close to him so she could see his screen. He must have been camping recently because he still smelled liked wood smoke. “Lost what?”
“A follower,” he said, pointing to his blog numbers.
“Oh,” she giggled. “Well, that will happen sometimes.” She jumped up and grabbed her laptop, then sat back down next to him. She looked at the blog’s address and typed it in, then hit follow. “There, now you just gained one.”
She smiled and tried to catch her breath that seemed to disappear every time he looked at her.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling.
“Sure. Um, –”
Her phone rang and interrupted her. Ten minutes late for her lecture. She jumped up and dashed out the door.
As she left another man joined the table. Both men’s heads turned and followed her up the street until they could no longer see her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
“I am,” the man said, looking at his blog.
“Meeting my quota. It’s so easy to get followers nowadays.”
Beezlebub looked at Legion’s blog and raised his eye brows. “Maybe I should make a blog.”