“You want me to call them for you?” he asks as he pushes the trolley inside, the two dogs sniffing at the wheels, too preoccupied by something new to care about the two of them. “I mean, if you touch it you could freeze it here, here…” Jack follows her, and picks up her phone before she can touch it. “I’ll call Metro Man, okay?”
“A-Ah you’re right..sorry…I forgot..” She ends up feeling pretty useless, unable to touch even her cell phone or risk damaging it? She tugs on her hair like always, watching Jack call Metro Man.
Jack quickly pecks her forehead; like kissing a cool plate, before pulling back and dialing the number. Huh. This will be the first time he had spoken to the man since their small talk after the ‘incident’. Still. Past is past. He puts the phone to his ear, waiting.
Jack Maple 