“And now you work at one of the busiest places in the city,” he said. “How do you deal with that?”
“Aspirin,” she said. “Lots of aspirin.”
“That sounds like a terrible idea,” he said. “You’re going to give yourself an aneurysm at this rate.”
“Maybe,” she said, heading down the hallway, “but I can’t go back to hiding away from the world. No matter how much I might want to sometimes.”
Kay said nothing for a couple minutes, then: “So… tell me about this girlfriend.”
Angela rolled her eyes.
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
“Jesus, what don’t I want to know?” he replied. “I’m not even sure where to start.”
“I’m not telling you about our sex life,” Angela said.
“The fact that you even have a sex life is more than I knew ten seconds ago,” he said.
“I’m not a nun, you know,” she said.
“I know,” he replied. “I just figure with your powers, it would have to be pretty awkward, unless… Wait, I saw a blindfold on your nightstand. Is that…?”
Angela felt her face turn red. Kay’s lips curled into a grin. She reeled back and punched him in the arm. He yelped, then started laughing.
“Oh my God,” he said.
“Shut up,” she said.
“That’s actually pretty clever,” he said. “And kind of kinky.”
“Shut up,” she repeated.
“Hey, I’m just saying—”
“Do you want me to hit you again?” she asked.
“Go ahead,” he replied, holding his arms out. “But it’ll be quid pro quo: I get to ask an embarrassing question for every punch. I can handle the bruises, but can you handle the truth?”
“I can’t believe there was a time when I actually missed having you around,” she said.