HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 190
 

“So you’re going to, like, model for her?” Genesis asked.

“God, I hope not,” Angela replied. “I think I’d die if I saw my face up on the wall of some art gallery.”

“Or your butt,” Genesis said.

“That too,” Angela said, chuckling. “Hopefully all I’ll be doing is talking to her, but it’s hard to know for certain until I meet her. I’m still playing these things by ear.”

“I’m sure it’ll all work out,” Genesis said. “You’ve got a knack for this.”

“Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence, at least,” Angela said. “So… when do you get off tonight?”

“In a few hours,” Genesis said.

“Any chance I could convince you to close early?” Angela asked, leaning against the counter.

“I could,” Genesis replied, “but you never know when a socially awkward shut-in might show up with a broken computer that she needs fixed for work the next morning.”

Angela rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “I’m never going to live that one down, am I?”

“Nah, we’re cool,” Genesis said. “It was a whole year ago, after all.”

“Oh shit, we’ve got an anniversary coming up, don’t we?” Angela said.

Genesis nodded.

“Couple weeks from now, by my count,” she said.

“We have to do something to celebrate,” Angela said. “A night out, or even just a day in.”

“I’m down for whatever you want to do,” Genesis said. “Tonight, though, I really do need to work. You can stay and hang out if you want, but I’m going to be up to my elbows in electronics for a while.”

“I think I’m just going to head home,” Angela said. “I’ll call you when I know what my schedule’s going to be like for the next little while, then we can start making plans.”

“Sounds good,” Genesis said. “I’m looking forward to having you all to myself for a change.”