Chapter 3 - 9

Tina was just packing up her bag when Reginald bolted into the restaurant. She sighed as she saw him.

“What’s the hurry, honey?” she said, lifting her bag onto her shoulder.

“There’s a big problem. I was approached by a normal at my conference today.”

“So?”

“I mean,” Reginald stammered. “No Ones can’t be approached!”

“Nonsense. People come up to me all the time.”

“Yes, in a business context! But this, this was…um…personal.”

“What are you talking about?” Tina said, sitting down.

“Well,” Reginald said, suddenly realizing who he was speaking to, “I was…propositioned by a woman.”

Tina burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny! Something is definitely going on. I…I’m afraid that I might be losing my powers,” Reginald trailed off into a whisper.

Tina finally caught her breath and reached out her hand to take Reginald’s. “Dear, you worry too much. Tell me, how did you get here?”

“I took the high road.”

“Uh huh, and how far away were you?”

“Maybe a mile and a half.”

“And it took you, what, five minutes?”

The point sank in, and Reginald slowed his breathing. “I…guess it was a stupid worry. It was just really unsettling. I haven’t had that happen to me in a while.”

“I know. You’re stuck in your little isolationist state, and you don’t really expect anyone to be paying attention to you. But don’t worry…I’m paying attention.”

Reginald smiled, and pulled her up to kiss her. “Thanks,” he murmured. “Let’s go somewhere fancy.”

“So,” Tina asked as they left. “Was she pretty?”