I just let a complete stranger go down on me in my dad’s building. I looked at my watch. Only thirty minutes had passed since I sat with my father...eating lunch. What the hell did I just do? I don’t get fondled in elevators. I don’t have sex with strangers. And never would I have sex in a public restroom. God, I never even said a word the entire time. My mind was mortified at my behavior, yet my body still felt so good. And what do I do with this card? Why did he leave me his card? I was. And then there you were, hitting on me in a bar. I didn’t even know about your accident.’ I started to laugh. ‘I wish I could go back and see the look on your face again, knowing all that.’ ‘When I got back from cleaning up in the bathroom, you had moved on. The old guy at the bar told me what had happened to you. He and I had never met, so I got his unfiltered version.’ ‘Zeke? I didn’t think he knew,’ I mused, wondering it maybe Darla had said something to him. ‘Zeke knew because you. He had an excellent manager for the warehouse, at least on paper. The management of this warehouse was probably the largest ever known, as there was supplies for most inventory items to last for ten years, some for eight years, and a few for five years. The AI that had been responsible for the refrigerated part of the warehouse had contacted Darry and said he would like for him to take over maintenance of the mechanical machinery, as the AI did not understand the particulars of keeping human. You stay here." I rolled my eyes and sat back in the booth. I started to notice that the restaurant was practically empty except for one or two stragglers who were headed toward the cashier. The waiter came back looking agitated. "No one was in the bathroom. Pay your bill."“ What? No. My brother Kevin just went in there. Maybe he's outside having a smoke. Go check."The waiter squinted."Pay your bill," he repeated and walked back toward the kitchen. Peeking out of a window, I now saw that.