Raat me jub maine apna register khola to dekha uske last page par thanks likha tha smiley k saath and us larki ne apna naam likha tha Neha (Name Chang...ed). Mjhe laga yahan kaam ban sakta hai aur next day jub wo class me mili to maine usko hi bola and apne register k last page par likha number? wo hasi nd usne apna number likh dia. Yahan se meri usse baat start hui. Pehle to wats app pr normal funny jokes and stuffs phr dheere dheere uske close aata gaya. Baaton se pata chala ki uska break up ho. The same list appeared but now with a short summary of each person and a thumbnail picture alongside."Extraordinary!" I exclaimed, "how can you possibly have all those on file?"Seb grinned. "Tell him Jacqueline," he said. "This has been your contribution."Jackie turned around in her chair. "The data comes from a number of sources. We haven't built a database here. We plant a small programme, a virus I guess you'd call it, on the servers of certain companies. Then when we do a search we poll. She just couldn't get what she called the voodoo of predictive statistical analysis, so I offered to help her a couple nights a week. Turned out we were a natural pair—I called her Pro and she called me Con. Seemed so funny back then. I don't know when it struck her, but it wasn't very long at all before I started waking in my sleep, dreaming of her." But you didn't... " No. Not a word or action by either of us, but our eyes and hearts knew. It wasn't any reticence over what we felt. It would. She cocked an unfriendly eye at him."Herbert," she said. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"With an uncharacteristically high heart the man replied in a scratchy, squeaky voice: "I am not Herbert. I am Helen. And these are my clothes. Do you like them?"The man gracefully rose from the table. He loved sunny, shining mornings like this. His brawny, hairy arms bulged forth from a sleeveless, ankle-length floral print dress several sizes too small for his bulky frame. The man's feet, narrowly.