Frederica rolled her eyes. Tommy drove downtown with Magh riding shotgun. Magh glanced up at him constantly but kept her hands firmly planted in her lap. They reached The Rogues Gallery Steakhouse shortly before six and climbed out onto the sidewalk. Frederica glanced up into the sky again.
“Everything okay?” Josephine asked.
“Yeah,” Frederica replied. “You all go inside without me. I just need a little air.”
A minute later she was standing alone in front of the restaurant. She caught a glimpse of wings against the darkening sky and thought about Ji-soo and the machine on her arm. Frederica disappeared from sight.
Griffith touched down on the sidewalk and took a step toward the entrance. He paused, peering at his reflection in the window. He smoothed his red hair and checked to make sure he didn’t have anything in his teeth. Frederica stood beside him and leaned close to his ear.
He screamed. He actually screamed. He whirled around and staggered backward, staring up the empty sidewalk. Frederica reached toward him and flicked his nose. He jumped back again and held his hands up as if he were a boxer.
“Who… who’s there?” he stammered.
Frederica became visible again and grinned.
“Oh my god, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” he said, still catching his breath. “That was awesome! When did you learn how to do that?”
“Yesterday,” Frederica said. “It was a busy day.”
“Sounds like it,” he said. “So I guess this means we’re even for the whole ‘jumping out of the closet’ thing?”
“Eh, we’re getting there,” Frederica said, and winked.
He smiled and stared at her.
“What?” she asked. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No,” he replied. “I’m just really happy to be here.”
She glanced away.
“It’s not a big deal,” she said. “Come on, everyone’s waiting.”