Genesis dropped down beside her. She was wearing torn blue jeans and a black shirt with fishnet sleeves. Angela glanced down at her own dress.
“I think I should go change,” she said. “I feel overdressed.”
“Stop it,” Genesis said, rolling away from the curb. “You look great.”
Angela smiled and stared out the window at the city rushing by.
“So, uh, what happened to your wings?” Genesis asked.
“They were gone when I woke up this morning,” Angela replied.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat; she could still feel the wings folded against her back.
“Aw, that’s too bad,” Genesis said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m back to normal,” she said.
“Relatively speaking,” Genesis said, then chuckled. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
Angela rolled her eyes.
“You don’t seem very happy to be normal,” Genesis said.
“I’m not unhappy,” Angela said. “It’s just… that was the first time in my life that using my power actually felt good. I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“Well, I guess that means you have to keep doing it, then,” Genesis said.
“Maybe,” Angela replied.
A few more minutes of driving brought them to a fancy apartment building uptown. Genesis pulled up to the curb and climbed out of the car. Angela followed. They stepped into the lobby and Genesis pressed a button on a panel by the door. A moment later, the door buzzed open.
“Last chance to back out,” Genesis said.
Angela shook her head.
“That’s my girl,” Genesis replied.
They rode a stainless steel elevator up to the thirteenth floor and headed down the hall. The sound of grinding guitars grew steadily louder as they approached the last door on the left.