“Are the new pills working?” Angela asked.
“I think so,” Genesis replied. “My appetite’s back to normal, at least.”
“That’s good,” Angela said. “Now we just have to work on your libido.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, we do.”
A silence fell between them, filled with some keyboard-heavy Japanese rock music.
“Hey, do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Genesis asked. “The Professor’s making samosas.”
“The Professor” was Genesis’s mother, Marta Jacobs. Marta taught Computer Science at Victory City University and was, according to Genesis, perpetually disappointed in her daughter’s achievements.
“I’m in,” Angela said.
“Awesome,” Genesis replied. “My folks are really looking forward to finally meeting you. You’re kind of their hero, after all you’ve done for me.”
Angela shook her head.
“All I did was push,” she said.
“Yeah, well, you aren’t the only one who’s tried,” Genesis said.
“Oh?” Angela said. “And what made me so special, then?”
“That would be telling,” Genesis said.
“You’re such a tease,” Angela replied.
Genesis laughed and pulled into the mall parking lot. The car rolled to a stop by the front entrance.
“Thanks for the lift,” Angela said.
“Least I could do,” Genesis replied.
Angela closed her eyes and kissed Genesis again. Then she climbed out of the car.
“See you tonight,” she said.
“Toodles,” Genesis said.
Angela shut the door and watched Genesis drive away. Turning to the mall, Angela clenched her fists and took a deep breath.