“I already ate,” Genesis replied. “Sorry.”
“How about coffee then?”
“I have to work this afternoon.”
“Oh, okay,” Angela texted. “I’ll talk to you later, then?”
Angela stared at the phone for a minute then set it down by the computer. She logged into Akkraemyth, spawning in her house in the city of Sal Mordra.
She trekked back to the Aldermord Desert and wandered around for a while, keeping her eyes on the sky. After about an hour with no sign of Lilith, Angela logged out.
The screen was still flickering a bit from the damage she did to it yesterday. It wasn’t bad enough to render the computer inoperable and she couldn’t really afford to have it serviced right now anyway, but still….
Angela squeezed the strap of the laptop bag and stepped into Jacobs Computing. A middle-aged black man stood behind the counter. He had a thick salt-and-pepper beard and he was wearing a khaki apron over a white shirt. Angela froze at the doorway.
“Good afternoon,” the man said. “Is there something I can help you with?”
He spoke with an accent that sounded almost Australian but with a few other dialects thrown into the mix. Angela stepped forward hesitantly.
“I, uh, was looking for Genesis,” she said.
“My daughter has taken the day off,” he replied. “You are a friend of hers?”
Angela nodded. He thrust a hand across the counter.
“Dominick,” he said.
She shook his hand and replied, “Angela.”
“It’s good to meet you,” he said. “Genesis usually keeps her friends to herself.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize,” Angela said. “Is… is she going to be mad that I’m here?”
“No more than usual,” he said. “But it can be our secret.”