author: UnderHerToes
"We're going to the mall," she declares. "We're going to see what this machine can really do." She recedes into the backseat again. Complacently, but somewhat eagerly, you glide along to your demanded destination. Angelina continues talking behind you, but excitement inhibits your senses, numbing you into mindless anticipation. A half hour's drive passes in an instant, and you rest in the massive parking field.
Angelina bumps into your seat, draping her arms around it, around you and asks, "Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" She waits for an answer and upon receiving none replies, "I know. It's unbelievable isn't it." She presses the device flat against your chest, proceeds to caress it against you slowly. Her free hand reaches down your side, then darts quickly and undoes the seatbelt. "Let's go put this gun to use!" She pushes her door open and hops from the car.
After a moment of release, you step out to find her leaning on the trunk, looking out over the near empty lot of cars and scattered people. She squints against the still rising sun, surveying the lot, seemingly plotting what to do with her new toy. You stand beside her casually, but cautiously, keeping a fair but not awkwardly fearful distance. You notice her cradling the device behind her back, gently tapping it about in her hands.
"Seems kind of empty right now," you remark, not even attempting eye contact with her yet. "Maybe it's not the best time," you raise your hand to block out the sun, adding, "or place." She plays the silent game this time, leaving you alone in voice until the slow hum of a vehicle approaches. "Maybe we should go inside." You look over to her, and she gives you a quick glance almost by reflex.