Dinner for two, please [Scene 18]

It was blue.

When I walked through our archway of books, Yunaria was on the couch reading one. Somehow, they kept piling up and before I knew it, I could barely walk around the house without running into a stack of books. Robots read and adapted at an insanely fast rate. At least the charges now didn't come from my bank account, that was a relief. I had to teach her about banking, finances and loans. The idea of saving and financial literacy. She said it was stupid and that it made no sense. That no one could stay afloat like that and wondered why humans accepted that. 

We live in a world...

Recently her taste of books changed from smut romance to philosophy and science fiction. Every day I had to hear about some random 'deep' quote or idiotic space opera. Two things that probably needed to die off. Although, I will say her perspective was interesting. Apparently, space was not like the movies. Humans had silly ideas about other galaxies, and we were the true aliens, she often said. 

Yunaria was wearing a bright blue dress that seemed to sparkle in every stitch. The straps around her shoulder were thin, and the ends of it flowed past her knees. Her blue skin dimmed against the colors of her outfit. She closed her book and looked up at me, smiling. If she was sad, I couldn't tell because all I saw were those same eyes that stared upon the moon at night. What was I thinking?

"What?" Yunaria questioned, "Is that a new outfit? I hope I dressed appropriately. I wasn't sure what to wear,"

"Uh, it's, uh, yeah. It's new," I turned away. My words wouldn't come out how I wanted them to. I kept contradicting myself at every point. That was it. The simulation was real and everything was glitch-

"I like it. I think it fits you quite nice,"

"W-what?"

"Your outfit. You look nice,"

"Oh," What the fuck was I saying? "Thanks...you...too,"

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, "I spent a long time looking through my closet and this dress as they call it was the one that I decided to wear." 

Yunaria floated in the air with her blue flames, which by the way, burned so many holes and marks on the floor. I had to implement a 'no floating rule' but whenever she got excited, she always forgot. I guess it's better than the alternative. 

"So, where are we going?"

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As always, Yunaria hated riding in cars. I didn't know what her deal was against cars or technology, no idea. I try and call her with a phone, no answer. Offer her a ride, she says it's a waste of transportation. Now added with her stupid philosophy lessons, everything 'has a reason' and humanity is a sham. So now, I was flying 5,000 feet in the air in my freshly pressed suit to our date. 

I decided to go to this downtown restaurant in Los Angeles. It was the new thing and when reviews said, 'it was to die for', it most likely wasn't but it gave off the impression that it was. Now to be clear, I wasn't trying to shortchange Yunaria on a date. The reality was that I had never been one. As embarrassing as it was, I sacrificed everything to become a director. There was no time for dates or girlfriends, any of that stuff. If I had known that the very first one as a fully-fledged member of society was a gasoline-drinking alien space robot, I wouldn't even be surprised. 

Even back then, I was acutely aware of the idiots that were infested on Earth. 

Anyways, the building reached up to the 50th floor and it was a rooftop terrace. Technically, it was our first date together. I couldn't let her know that; I was the human here. But in spite of that, I wanted it to be good. My time in Los Angeles had been so occupied with the film, sentient coyotes and cults that I hadn't really taken any time to truly explore the city. I figured an outdoor location with a good view of the Moon would be something she liked. I never knew why she always stared at it outside of that it reminded her of home. A weird feeling rose up again.

"Slow down!" I screamed. She had no filter of her speed, please Universe. At least let me live to my first date. 

"Where is the date?"

"Well, if you slowed down..." I looked around and saw the rooftop in the distance and pointed. "Right there. So, we can't fly on top. Let's land on the ground and walk the rest of the way up-"

She wasn't listening. When she got like this, too excited or laser-focused, it was as if she was literally a machine. Well, she kind of was, but this version was scary. Oh no.

"Yunaria! Slow down-" I yelled over the cutting wind but to no avail.

The outdoor terrace was a lovely setup. Well-trimmed shrubbery sprawled against the smoothly laid concrete. Metallic railing blocked off the scene, giving a perfect view of Los Angeles and the skyline that ensued over the stars and full moon of the night. White linen couches replaced the chairs formed a maze pattern with tables mixed in between.

Inside, glass substituted itself for normal drywall.  The illustrious water fountain, chandeliers that hung over the table, soft classical music that hummed softly in the background all synchronized in perfect harmony. Waiters carried rags beneath their arms with crisp white shirts. 

I could see all of this unfold as we crashed headfirst in the middle of the glass encasing.

A loud noise startled the atmosphere and glass littered itself all over the floor. Basically, a sonic boom. A couple chandeliers broke, the water fountain crumbled to pieces, and we flew right into the middle of a couple's table. Yunaria shielded me from the fall and if it wasn't for the death grip she had me in, I would almost find it sweet. 

The music suddenly cut off and everyone stared in our direction. There were some familiar faces, people I had rubbed shoulders with since being in LA. In the far corner, the writer for Turtle Ballroom Dancers sat in by himself with a lone glass of red wine. I wanted to fan out and get his autograph but now wasn't the time. It would have to wait. 

I brushed the pieces of glass off of my suit and did the same for Yunaria. Luckily, the hostess stand was still intact, so we walked up to it as seamlessly and inconspicuous as possible. I had understood that my girlfriend was simply like this. There was no changing her. To be honest, I don't think I would want her to even if I could. 

"I had a reservation for the outdoor terrace. Dinner for two, please?"

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