Genetic Design for Dying
the myles
“So, who was that?”
I sit down across Azaria and start stuffing my mouth with my greasy meal. I see Azaria licking her fingers as she drops the last crumbs of her tacos on the table. She's still grinning at me and I can't say I didn't start blushing.
“Myles? Uh, just some guy who helped me order my burger.”
“Doesn't seem like just burgers,” she says while raising her eyebrows. “More like a milkshake and fries.”
I widen my eyes. “Azaria!”
A wicked laugh escapes her lips. “What?”
“It's not like that.”
“I mean, future sex would be kind of cool.”
“Azaria!”
“Sex with some guy in the future is fucking genius.”
“Azaria.”
“But that would probably screw up the past.”
“Azaria.”
“Eh, I mean, just have sex with him either way. You screw up someone’s past, so what?”
I sit down across Azaria and start stuffing my mouth with my greasy meal. I see Azaria licking her fingers as she drops the last crumbs of her tacos on the table. She's still grinning at me and I can't say I didn't start blushing.
“Myles? Uh, just some guy who helped me order my burger.”
“Doesn't seem like just burgers,” she says while raising her eyebrows. “More like a milkshake and fries.”
I widen my eyes. “Azaria!”
A wicked laugh escapes her lips. “What?”
“It's not like that.”
“I mean, future sex would be kind of cool.”
“Azaria!”
“Sex with some guy in the future is fucking genius.”
“Azaria.”
“But that would probably screw up the past.”
“Azaria.”
“Eh, I mean, just have sex with him either way. You screw up someone’s past, so what?”