The training session with Simone had run late.  I was exhausted, as usual, after training with her.  They were designed to be stressful, but knowing that didn’t make the sessions any easier.  Though I was glad my schedule alternated between the training and my work in the System Information Department, I could use a breather.

            I walked up the steps of my apartment complex, the stars and streetlamps the only source of light.  All I wanted was to go home and sleep, but Leslie had asked me to stop by tonight.  When I opened the door to their apartment, a feast was laid out on the table.

            I glanced from the food to Leslie, who stood nervously at the end of the table.  Even in the shadows of the flickering candlelight, I could see the worry on their face.  What were they up to with this?

            “I’m sorry,” Leslie said.  “I shouldn’t have talked to your friend the way I did.  Besides,” they scratched at their ear, glancing away sheepishly, “it’s not like the last time you had a friend I didn’t trust.”

            I exhaled softly at what they’d said, a weight lifting off my shoulders.  They had no idea how much of a relief it was to hear they didn’t think Celeste was dangerous.

            I wandered over to the table, leaning against the chair to take in the scents.  Everything looked fantastic.  “I’m probably not the one you should be appologizing to,” I said.

            Leslie shifted on their feet, looking away.  “Sure, but…  Swejoitamskdnfhuet,” they muttered.

            “What?” I asked.

            Leslie huffed.  “I was already planning on apologizing to her,” Leslie stated.  “I know I overreacted.”

            I sighed in relief.  Then I rushed around the table and wrapped my arms around them.  “Thank you,” I breathed out.

            “I… you’re welcome?” Leslie responded, hugging me back.

            I looked up at them.  “After what happened at Celeste’s, I thought about why you’d act that way.  And I remembered how right you were about 216894.  So… I know I’m not exactly the best judge of character.  It means a lot that you’re willing to give Celeste a chance.”

            “Well… ‘chance’ might be a stretch,” Leslie replied.

            I gave them a playful smack which made them chuckle.

            Leslie kissed the top of my head.  “Yweofjslkmdujes you think,” they said.  “You decided to trust me, after all.  Enough to follow me home.”

            I smiled and replied, “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

To be continued…

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