‘Maybe it is,’ Paul says. He smiles at her, and there is genuine warmth in his eyes this time. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Don’t mention it,’ Xuexue says. ‘I’m here every week. Come by again if you decide to stay.’ ‘Thanks,’ Paul says. ‘Maybe I will.’ They sit together and look at the robot. Slowly, her smile returns. She listens to the young man’s breathing. Maybe she will break her record today.
