"I'm VA2032," the mannequin smiled.

The new spotlight placed above her made her look prettier than before. And 1872 couldn't take his eyes off her. And it was not only because he was positioned that way.

1872 was absolutely stunned.

"Excuse me?" he said, flabbergasted.

"It's my name- I mean number..." the mannequin frowned and looked around. She averted her gaze towards the happy couple before her.

"And she's not that pretty, you know. Like, not the to-die-for kind," she added.

1872 turned to look again. And for once he actually looked, instead of just seeing.

And he thought, 'Turns pink when it's cold, could possibly end up ugly when old... actually all her beauty... she could lose it any day. An accident... anything...'

"But I'll probably love her anyway..." he replied. Lied.

Looks mattered to 1872.

He looked at her, for a long time. The expression of longing was evident on his face, though. 

2032 sighed. She could see a number of different men, winking at her the moment the man she held hands with looked anywhere else.

Why couldn't he? 

It had even happened before.

Initially, she didn't want to assume things. But when one fine day, one of the men actually leered at her when the handsome dude, was not present... and she smiled back... a wildfire of thoughts was fuelled.

She felt sorry for 1872. And wanted to tell him so badly.

But she'd vowed to never destroy dreams.

"So 1872, now that you know... what would you like to do?" she questioned, purely out of curiosity.

1872 almost fell off his pedestal in shock. Was that a hint of tenderness he just heard?

He looked at her, wide-eyed.

She looked away again, afraid she'd said something wrong.

'Should've shut up...' she thought.

Gloss was grinning. 

"Wow look at that. Plastic healing plastic," he said, speaking so that only 1872 could hear.

1872 gave him a sharp look before turning back to 2032.

Pat approached them from the meeting room.

"Okay, time to get you something new, big guy. You're gonna look like a hillbilly next to your girlfriend if we don't," she muttered to herself, lifting him up onto her arms.

Once again, shock.

"Perfect couple. Didn't see that coming, through," Gloss mumbled softer than ever.

2032 blushed and looked straight ahead. Wishing no one had ever known about that.

She was added on so that the company could make profits out of devoted couples. Wishing to be 'perfect' couples.

"Mr.Glass..."

"Call me Gloss, please."

"Yeah whatever. Do you get what's going on?"

"Sadly yes."

"What do I do?"

Gloss sighed. "Wait."

"Actually yeah, I totally see it. You're perfect. I'm perfect. We're two people, so we're a couple. Makes so much sense. Perfect couple!" 1872 exclaimed the moment he got back.

Gloss tried to avoid eavesdropping. He tried.

2032 couldn't say a thing in response. 

Was she feeling happy? At a loss for words?

She should learn to be expressive.

 An expressive mannequin like 1872- and consider her feelings.

And yes, GS1872 was proud once again. Cause he was number one. With a girl by his side.

'I'm so lucky to be a mannequin. I'm lucky my 'girlfriend' is a mannequin,' he smiled, the girl he'd been pining after long forgotten.

Kids always get newer, better toys to play with.

And anything can be overcome.