HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 110

“Never,” Angela replied. “You’re going to say something creepy again.”

“Oh, come on, I was only kidding about the blindfold thing,” he said. “I’m not going to hit on your girlfriend. Unless she seems into it.”

Kay,” Angela said.

“Fine, I promise I won’t be a creep,” he said. “Happy now?”

Angela sighed and glanced over at her phone. A message typed itself.

“Do you want to grab some coffee tomorrow morning? My stepbrother’s in town and he’d like to meet you.”

“Hell yes,” Genesis replied.


Angela tapped her fingers nervously on the table, staring at the mug of coffee in front of her. In her mind, she was cataloging all the embarrassing stories Kay could bring up from those four years they lived together, all the crude or inappropriate things he might say to Genesis.

“I know what you’re doing,” Kay said.

“Huh?” Angela said.

“You’re thinking about all the ways I’m going to screw this up,” he said.

“I am not,” she said. “I—okay, that’s exactly what I was doing. Did you figure out mind reading, too?”

“Nope, just Angela reading,” he said.

She rolled her eyes.

“Just behave yourself,” she said.

The door opened and Genesis stepped inside wearing a black tank top and a denim miniskirt with black leggings. Angela waved.

That’s your girlfriend?” Kay muttered.

“Not what you were expecting?” Angela asked.

“Not at all,” he replied, then paused a moment. “Are you sure I can’t flirt with her?”

“I’m sure,” Angela said.

“Not even a little?” Kay asked.