Lyta wasn't in a particularly good mood when morning came. She slammed her tray down on a table with obvious irritation, and sat down in a huff. She'd done nothing the entire night, but listen to the radio and the intercom, and wait for Mason. Why she'd even done it, she didn't know. Probably because he reminded her so much of Zack. But just like Zack, he'd stood her up.

And she wasted the entire night. When she could have tracked down the radio guy and maybe been able to get some of her powers back. But now, she'd been an idiot over some cute guy who made her feel fuzzy.

When was she ever going to learn?