“I am well,” Greta said in English. “I was just getting to know your friend.”
“Angie’s pretty great, isn’t she?” Genesis said.
“Indeed,” Greta said, and switched back to German. “It was nice talking to you.”
“You too,” Angela replied.
Greta stood from the couch and headed back into the crowd. Genesis sat beside Angela.
“German, huh?” she said.
“I… borrowed it from Greta,” Angela said in English.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” Genesis said.
“Neither did I,” Angela replied.
“I am so bringing you with me next time I leave the country,” she said. “I’d never have to lug around a phrasebook ever again.”
“You wouldn’t need a map, either,” Angela said. “I could just pull the directions right out of the locals’ brains.”
“Shit, good point,” Genesis said. “You know, your talent’s wasted on call center work.”
Angela half-smiled and said, “I know.”
“Like, you could literally do anything you want,” Genesis said, “so long as you have a coworker you could siphon the skills off of. You could even do my job.”
“Well, if your father ever fires you, let me know,” Angela said.
Genesis snorted. Angela let out a laugh that shook the apartment. She clasped her hand over her mouth and turned beet red as the crowd all turned toward her again. Genesis laughed again and patted Angela on the back.
“Remind me not to tickle you any time soon,” she said.
Angela raised an eyebrow and said, “Is that something you were planning on doing?”
“With another beer in me, maybe,” Genesis said.
Angela rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, probably a bad idea,” she said.