She rushed out the door and rode the elevator down to the lobby. The sun was rising over the mountains and the temperature hovered just above freezing and a steady stream of foot traffic pressed along the sidewalk in front of her building.
Someone glanced in her direction and she immediately jumped back inside. She took her phone out of her pocket and looked up a taxi service. She was about to dial the number when the phone buzzed. A notification appeared at the top of the screen.
“Genesis has accepted your friend request.”
The little red and black car rolled up in front of the apartment building. Angela checked to see if the coast was clear, then she darted outside and into the passenger seat. She leaned forward awkwardly to keep her weight off the wings.
Genesis was wearing an off-white mesh sweater and a black skirt that stopped just short of her knees. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel in time with some bouncy synthpop on the stereo.
“Morning, Angie,” she said.
“Hi,” Angela said. “Sorry for dragging you out here on such short notice.”
“It’s no problem,” Genesis replied with a shrug. “Where are we headed?”
“Claremont Clinic,” Angela said, and gave her the address.
Genesis hit the gas and sped off down the street. Angela gripped the front her seat to keep the momentum from pressing her backward.
“So what happened?” Genesis asked. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I… well, sort of,” Angela replied. “It has to do with my… condition.”
“You mean your superpower,” Genesis said.
“It’s not, like, brain damage, is it?” Genesis asked.
“Nothing like that,” Angela said. “I’d rather not explain. It’s… embarrassing.”
“Well, I’m pretty open-minded,” Genesis said, “but okay, if you insist.”