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often, yeah. I guess that’s why I can’t find that spark here. It’s different from a piece you do in private to express yourself.”
    I think of the woman on the wall and imagine the beauty and sadness and iron hope of the soul that created her. “I can only guess,” I say.
    “You don’t have to guess.” Ezra brushes the side of my cheek with a finger. I shiver, the lightness of his touch awaking a hunger in me. “You know first hand. You can only show your soul to so many people.”
    We stand, suspended together. I’m breathless in his gaze, at being seen so completely. After a beat, Ezra gestures down to my empty beer bottle. “Can I get you another drink? There are some people I wanted to introduce you to.”
    Then he’s leading me by the hand again and we’re winding through clusters of people to the bar. We spot Audrey chatting up a new guy, who must be mega boring, because she all too easily ditches him to meet us.
    “Where’d you two go off to?” She waggles her eyebrows at me and I narrow my eyes at her.
    “Having a good time?” Ezra asks. He’s talking to Audrey, but he looks at me.
    “This party is incredible,” Audrey calls over the bass thumping nearby. “Thank you so much for inviting my favorite bookworm along for the ride. I only had to twist her arm a little.”
    “Well thanks for doing the twisting,” he laughs. He catches the bartender’s eyes and mouths something to her.
    Audrey’s bouncing to the beat, hopping in place. She’s wearing insanely tall heels and I don’t understand how her feet aren’t killing her.
    Ezra reaches over us to grab three bottles and hands one to me and Audrey each. I peer at the label. It’s an IPA from a local brewery, with a typical Portland name: She Wants the D(ry Hops). I peer up at Ezra, raising my eyebrows. Is he trying to imply something?
    He shrugs with a fake innocence I don’t believe for a second. But I guess I can forgive him. It’s one of my favorites, after all.
    “I love this remix,” Audrey says, totally oblivious. “This DJ is fantastic.”
    Ezra smirks. “Funny you should say so. He’s a good friend. Would you like to meet him?”
    Audrey’s squeal sounds more like a dog whistle. “Absolutely!”
    Next thing I know, we’re being herded along back into the thick of the party. Ezra’s bun is coming loose in that artfully messy way, and my cheeks warm as I think about fixing it for him. It doesn’t need fixing, but it’d give me an excuse to touch him.
    I’m starting to feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.
    And it’s freaking me the fuck out.
    We get to the podium where the DJ’s set up his table. He focuses on his laptop, but he spares a second to flash Ezra a megawatt smile. After some more fiddling with his setup, he hops down to pull Ezra into a quick hug – one of those shoulder-bump things that guy friends do to each other.
    “What’s up, man? Didn’t know if you’d make it tonight,” the DJ says.
    “I did, and I brought friends,” Ezra says.
    The guy laughs. “You always bring friends.” He turns his attention to us and holds out a hand. “Name’s Duke.”
    I accept Duke’s handshake. It’s hot, probably from fiddling with electronics all night. He’s a tall and fit black guy, his dark skin and eyes warmed by the bright reds in his shirt. He has a matching red cap, and I can see he wears his hair cut close to his scalp. I’m not sure what it is about these party guys that makes you feel like they’re already your best friend, but Duke makes me feel instantly at ease. Even though he’s easily six hundred times cooler than I am.
    “I’m Mia,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”
    Duke turns his attention to Audrey, and she’s much more on the ball than I am. Within seconds, she’s complimented his remixes and they’re going on about Tiësto and Major Lazer and other names I’ve never heard of before. Not five minutes later, I watch him take her phone to type in his number. I wonder how