The girl paced around the living room waiting for Paul to arrive. Paul was her person, the boy that saved her. The boy that repaired her. The front door opened and there he was.

Paul.

“Hey there, what’s going on?” He asked as he noticed her pacing.

She took a step closer to him and he touched her face. He spoke again, “Did you feel a different emotion?”

“I did. It feels warm and fuzzy. Everytime I feel it I get butterflies. Though sometimes it’s not butterflies but a hot flash,” She explained.

He gave a soft smile, “Yeah? What else?”

She started up again, “Well I feel this with you. A lot more recently too. My face gets flushed and I feel like I’m on top of the fluffiest of clouds. I feel pretty when I feel this, especially when I’m with you.”

Paul chuckled and caressed her smooth exterior. “I think I know what you mean,” he said and grinned. He removed his hand and wrapped it around her waist. “I’ve felt the same with you too,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead to hers.

He moved her hands to his back and tapped a button near her spine. The girl in his arms powered off.

A panel slid out from her side and he took the panel typing in a word, adding it to the growing list of emotions she has learned so far.

“Love,” he whispered, “She’s learned love, romantic love, I’m so proud of her progress.”

Paul then pushed the panel back in place before powering her back on again. This girl, this humanoid robot that he had repaired and saved, was learning emotions.

“Hello Paul,” the robot girl said, looking into his eyes as he took a step back. “How many emotions do I have now?” She asked.

“Triz you’re list is up to thirty-seven,” Paul replied. They both looked at each other and Triz stepped closer to him giving him an embrace.