After Maia left, Misho sat on the table and stared at her spoon inside the bowl. His eyes then darted to the spoon on his own bowl.
She used his spoon, and he used her spoon.
If he told himself before that this would happen, he wouldn't have believed it.
"As they say, sometimes reality is stranger than fiction."
He placed the dishes in the kitchen sink and returned to the capsule.
"Welcome back, QuarterPounder."
"Hey, Aphrodite."
"Yes?"
"You're real, right?"
"How do you define real?"
"…" Misho opened his mouth as he thought about answering. "Nevermind."
It only took him a few seconds to realize he wasn't smart enough to answer that question.
Just then, without warning, a loud beep came from Misho's phone.
"Who is it this time?"
Misho looked towards the door of his apartment outside of his room. The last two times someone called him they were already by the door.
He closed his eyes and prepared himself for the worst if Kiera was the one calling.
"Fragnard?"
