“Nice to meet you,” the technician said. “I’m Genesis.”
“You’re… what?” Angela asked.
“Genesis Judith Jacobs,” the technician replied. “At your service.”
“Wow,” Angela said. “That’s….”
“I know, right?” Genesis said. “I still give my parents shit about it.”
She stepped into the back room and came out a minute later, returning to the computer with a motherboard in her hand.
“So, what exactly is it you do for a living?” she asked.
“I work from home for a call center,” Angela replied. “Mostly customer service.”
“I’m totally not surprised,” she said.
“What do you mean?” Angela asked.
“Just that you don’t seem like you get out much,” Genesis replied. “What is it? Anxiety disorder? Agoraphobia?”
“It’s… complicated,” Angela said.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” Genesis said. “Okay, that’s a lie. I totally meant to. But you don’t have to answer.”
Angela shrugged and said, “I just have a thing about eye contact.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Genesis said. “All this time I thought you were just repulsed by the sight of me.”
Angela shook her head.
“I don’t even know what you look like,” she said.
“Would it help if I closed my eyes?” Genesis asked. “Here, I’ll count to ten. One… two….”
Angela looked up.
Those thick curls fell across Genesis’s forehead and down over her ears. She was wearing black eyeliner and matching lipstick, and had a silver ring in her lower lip. Her skin was a light shade of brown, with a small patch of freckles dotting her nose.
Angela dropped her eyes back to the floor.
“… nine… ten,” Genesis said. “So… what’s the verdict?”
Angela smiled and felt her face redden. Genesis laughed.
“Thanks, Angie,” she said. “You’re not so bad, yourself.”