HUMAN/SUPER

FIRST CONTACT, ACT III

 

 

 

 

 

Angela looked into the mirror. She was wearing black leather pants, a plain white shirt with spaghetti straps, and a spiked denim jacket covered in patches for bands she’d never heard of. Her hair was styled up into a fauxhawk that felt like it was going to flop over at any moment.

“I look ridiculous,” she said.

“You look hot,” Genesis replied, tousling the cowlick on the back of Angela’s neck. “You sure you don’t want any eye shadow?”

Angela shook her head.

“I’d rather keep people’s attention away from my eyes,” she said.

“Fair enough,” Genesis said.

Angela stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her wallet from the coffee table. She took a deep breath.

“We don’t have to go if you’re not feeling up to it,” Genesis said. “I’m fine with dinner and a movie.”

“No way,” Angela said. “I promised you we’d go to this concert and I’m not backing out now. I’ve just had a long day. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” Genesis said. “I just want you to be happy is all.”

“I am,” Angela said. “You’ve stuck by me for six whole months. I couldn’t be happier.”

She closed her eyes and kissed Genesis.

“Happy anniversary,” Genesis said.

 
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