"El perfecto!" She grinned and clapped, "It's a date." The words came out of her mouth like second nature, having picked up the generic response from too many hours in front of American TV shows.

"No! No perfecto!" Noon stormed in with both hands, each grabbing a plastic bag, with the red label 'typo.' on the otherwise white sheets. Dropping the stationery on the flimsy carpeted floor, she smiled dangerously at the Chinese duo.

"You two plan to go paktor eh?"

"What, are you jealous?" Murphy glared at the Thai girl, folding her arms.

"Ofcos! I was about to ask if he wanted to lunch with me or not! You want to keep himself to yourself?"

"You could come if you want to. It'll be a menage a trois at most," smirking, the boss shrugged. "I'll send you home after, no big deal."

The psychic's face scrunched in confusion. "Mena-wha?"

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"W-What? Chya!" The girl jerked up to stare down at the Caucasian, face beet red. "I-I-I don't ... I ..."

Blushing, Rainbow cleared her throat and lowered down her volume. "I already have a boyfriend ... um, a bit ... something like that. Uhh ... a-anywaysss ... if, let's say, you died and you have a girlfriend, would you come back to see her?"