HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 26
 

Angela started to turn up her nose at the sound but then she heard the vocals: clean and clear, soaring over the music. It was Greta’s voice. Angela found herself singing along.

“Oh, you’ve already heard it,” Jackie said.

“No, actually,” Angela said. “I, um, have this….”

She trailed off. Genesis stood in the doorway, yawning into the back of her hand. She leaned against the doorframe and scratched the side of her head.

“Hey kids,” she said. “What’d I miss?”

“Just showing Angela what I do for a living,” Jackie said.

“Sex, drugs, and rock & roll?” Genesis asked.

Jackie strummed an air guitar and said, “One down, two to go.”

“You’re awful,” Genesis said.

“I thought that was what you liked about me?” Jackie replied.

“Maybe,” Genesis said, glancing at the floor.

Jackie chuckled. She stepped away from the stereo.

“You staying for breakfast?” she asked. “I have bacon.”

“Tempting but I have to work,” Genesis said. She glanced at Angela. “You’re free to stick around if you want, though.”

Angela shook her head. “I’d rather go with you.”

“Atta girl,” Genesis said. She crossed the room and laced up her boots. “See you around, Jack.”

“Later, Gen,” Jackie replied.

“Say goodbye to Greta for me,” Angela said.

She turned and followed Genesis out the door. They headed downstairs and made their way to the car. Tucked under the windshield was a parking ticket.

“Oh no,” Angela said, reaching for it. “I’m so sorry.”

Genesis snatched the ticket from under Angela’s fingers.

“It’s not your fault,” she said.

“But if I hadn’t fallen asleep…” Angela said.

“Oh, whatever,” Genesis said, waving her off. “Tell you what: if you really want to make it up to me, buy me breakfast.”

“I thought you said you had to work,” Angela said.

“Yeah, in like five hours,” Genesis said.