Len squirmed under Tank’s unbroken gaze. There were no incoming messages, warnings, or updates around Tank’s head and no video running in the background. Besides Tank himself, there was only brick wall. Len glanced at Tank again, but Tank’s eyes still looked straight at him. How could he look at someone for so long?
“At last night’s, um, juncture, I was scanning other people’s profiles, trying to find people to follow me, when I saw a middle school lunch lady with thirty-two times as many followers as I have.”
Tank’s head bobbed, and his gaze remained riveted to Len. “Thirty-two times…”
“Middle school! In elementary school, lunch ladies still get Valentine’s cards. In high school, they’re laughed at. But middle school? They’re invisible!”
“Janice Sopolovski, right?”
“I …” Len’s rant had been derailed by the unexpected interjection, and now he didn’t know which train of thought to board. “I don’t remember exactly. I just looked at her profile. Do you follow her, too?” How good could a service be that was sold by a guy who followed a middle school lunch lady?
“Let’s just say I know her,” Tank said with a wink. “So your goal is to entice more followers, correct?” Len nodded, but his eyebrows were knit and he crossed his arms. The lunch lady thing was testing his faith. “Do you have any secondary goals?”
Len wasn’t sure what that meant, so he shook his head.
“All right then, Len, let’s see what we can do for you. What’s your last name?”
“Rivner,” Len replied, and Tank’s attention shifted to the small computer on his desk. Freed from the twin spotlights that were Tank’s eyes, Len’s shoulders and neck relaxed.
“Easy enough. It’s a unique name.” He scrolled, paused, scrolled, paused. “Rabidly vegan —”
“I guess that’s a little outdated. It seemed like the thing to do at the time.”
Tank nodded, but Len wasn’t sure if he was agreeing or just acknowledging Len’s statement.
“Fanboy for Halle Berry and Carrie-Anne Moss. You can never go wrong with hot actresses, though you might want to think about streaming more recent movies. The last song you liked was four months ago?” Tank shook his head just a little.
Len bristled, but he also blushed. “It still speaks to me.”