“Oh my god!” he said. “She promised me she wouldn’t pull that shit anymore. I am so sorry. I should have warned you.”
Frederica shook her head.
“It’s fine,” she said. “I think she and I are on the same page now. She… offered me a position at the paper.”
“Huh,” Griffith said. “You must be doing something right, because that’s never happened before. Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I kind of feel like doing something to celebrate.”
“Like what?” he asked.
She leaned forward and kissed him. Her hand rested on his chest and she could feel his heart pounding. His wings gently brushed her back, enveloping her, and for a while it seemed like the whole world outside them disappeared. And then it was over, and she crossed her arms and stared out at the movie screen again.
“Like that,” she said.
“Now I feel like celebrating,” he said.
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m sure you’ll get your chance.”
She hung out at the theatre for the rest of the night, and he flew with her back to VCU. They kissed again in the sky above the campus, then he continued on home. She watched him go, wings flapping into the darkness. When she couldn’t see him anymore, she took out her phone and sent a message to Tommy:
“You should ask Magh out.”