“How are you feeling?” a text from Griffith read.
“Not so great,” she replied.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
She was about to say “no” but instead she took a deep breath and started typing.
“Well, my sister showed up out of nowhere this morning and we started doing our usual movie thing but now she’s dragged me out to a bar and she’s spending more time glomping onto my friend than actually hanging out with me and I’m starting to wish I’d just stayed in bed with you.”
She hesitated a moment, then hit SEND.
His reply came a couple minutes later.
“You still could.”
She stared at her phone for a while, then downed the rest of her drink. She headed for the door, pausing briefly to glance back at the crowd in search of Nila and Josephine. She couldn’t even see them anymore.
She stepped outside and took flight.
Frederica floated by Griffith’s window, peering in. There was no sign of him inside; not in bed or at his computer. She slid the window open and flew inside. She touched down on the carpet.
The closet burst open and a hooded figure in a hockey mask lunged toward her. She instinctively increased her size until she stood ten feet tall and her head brushed the ceiling. The figure froze, staring up at her. She reached down and pulled the mask off. Griffith grinned.
“You’re such a jerk,” she said.
“It’s Halloween,” he replied. “How could I not do that?”
“Pretty easily, actually,” she said. “You realize I could’ve accidentally crushed you like a bug, right?”
“I do now,” he said, gawking up at her. “And I think I may be developing a whole new set of fetishes right about now.”
She returned to normal size.
“Gross,” she said.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a cute kaiju.”