One-armed or no, Dune gave as good a hug as she could despite her stature, returning the warmth, pleased to see an old friend. As they parted, she caught his look at her slinged arm, and the raised eyebrow. She saw the concern.
The last time they'd seen each other had been before her career-ending injury and subsequent discharge. Now, she didn't have a crippled arm to explain, but a magical prosthesis. If he was loitering here in the Exchange building, there was a solid chance he was in the know, but for now, she was just nodded, comfortable in ambiguity.
“'Bout the same, yeah,” she said, wiggling her phone, a list of restaurants still up on the app. Then she reached out and nudged his elbow. “C'mon, Markus, call me Angie,” she said with a teasing lilt. Angela was not a name she went by very often; she asked her lovers to call her Angie, even if their dalliance was short-lived. “Or Dune. Don't get so formal!”
The last time they'd seen each other had been before her career-ending injury and subsequent discharge. Now, she didn't have a crippled arm to explain, but a magical prosthesis. If he was loitering here in the Exchange building, there was a solid chance he was in the know, but for now, she was just nodded, comfortable in ambiguity.
“'Bout the same, yeah,” she said, wiggling her phone, a list of restaurants still up on the app. Then she reached out and nudged his elbow. “C'mon, Markus, call me Angie,” she said with a teasing lilt. Angela was not a name she went by very often; she asked her lovers to call her Angie, even if their dalliance was short-lived. “Or Dune. Don't get so formal!”