“That’s the spirit,” Leigh said.
In the diner, Angela B waved as Genesis entered. She draped her denim jacket over the back of a chair and sat opposite Angela. A waitress strolled over to the table and flipped open a notepad.
“What can I get you ladies?” she asked.
Genesis flipped open the menu.
“I’ll grab the fish and chips,” she said. “And a cup of coffee. Black.”
“And for you?” the waitress asked Angela.
“Steak, medium-rare,” Angela said.
“Coming right up,” the waitress said.
She headed back to the kitchen. Genesis crossed her arms and leaned back.
“So, you survived your first week,” she said. “How do you feel?”
“Still pretty overwhelmed,” Angela said. “But I only have a couple people in my head right now so it’s a little quieter.”
“That’s something, at least,” Genesis said. “Pick up any new powers along the way?”
“Well… one or two,” Angela said.
Another Angela appeared behind her and pulled up a chair. Genesis’s jaw dropped. The waitress came back out with the coffee and hesitated a moment.
“Oh, I didn’t see you come in,” she said. “Can I get you anything, miss?”
“No thanks,” Angela C said. “I’m not staying.”
“Okay,” the waitress said hesitantly. “I’ll be back with your orders shortly.”
She turned and headed off to another customer. Nobody at the table spoke for a long while.
“I’m not going to lie,” Genesis said finally. “I’m a little turned on right now.”
“Shut up,” Angela said, and Genesis laughed.
“Are you blushing?” Leigh asked.
“No,” Angela A said. “It’s just… warm in here.”
Angela C disappeared and Genesis said, “Aw.”