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Tech glanced at Phee, then away again, heat flushing across his face. Oblivious to Tech’s turmoil, Phee stretched her arms up again, allowing her shirt to ride up just enough to expose a thin strip of dark skin above her trousers.
Omega sighed. “Nothing’s ever going to happen with her if you don’t say anything,” she whispered. Tech somehow flushed more.
She laughed and walked over towards Phee, ignoring Tech’s frantic hand gestures. “Hey Phee! Tech’s free for a dinner date tonight, if you’re interested!”
Phee smirked, looking straight at Tech. “That sounds great, Brown-Eyes, I’ll see you later tonight.”