She put her arm around Magh’s shoulder and strolled back to the car. Tommy hesitated a moment, then followed. Frederica smiled at Griffith and floated up toward the sky. Griffith took flight after her.
“Thank you, by the way,” he said when he caught up to her.
“For what?” she asked.
“For inviting me tonight,” he replied. “I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
“You’re my boyfriend,” she said. “It would’ve been weirder if I hadn’t invited you.”
“True,” he said with a chuckle. “Still, I really appreciated the gesture.”
“I just didn’t want you to think that I don’t take us seriously,” she said.
“The thought never crossed my mind,” he said, and smirked. “If it did, you’d probably be the first to know about it, anyway.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You know, I’m starting to think you get off on the idea of having someone poking around inside your head,” she said. “Is there actually a fetish for that?”
“Probably,” he replied. “Look it up, see what the internet can tell us.”
She laughed and took her phone out of her pocket. She had a message waiting from Tommy.
“Sorry for being such a tool earlier,” it said. “Griff seems nice.”
“He is,” she texted back, and added, “And don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have just sprung that on you. I should have warned you he was coming.”
“No, it’s fine,” Tommy said. “I’d probably have been just as douchey with advance notice. But I promise to be better next time.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “Have a good night.”
“So?” Griffith said. “What does it say?”