Faith looked at him. Caleb tried to read her expression but it was jumbled. She looked like she was going to laugh, cry, scream and joke all at once. When she said, “Are you fucking kidding me?” he got it.
“I just thought it might be fun,” he said, knowing even as he did, no matter how honest he was being, that it was probably the wrong response.
“You are,” she said loudly enough that people at nearby tables in the cafe looked up. “Because there is no way in Hell that you would have seriously just said to me that you thought I, your girlfriend, would find it fun to have a threesome with you and the alien girl that you just fucked — and apparently fucked you.” By the end of it she was yelling and standing and pointing at him. Her face was flushed and her skin was shiny with sweat and her eyes were wide, wet pools.
“Girlfriend?” he said quietly.
Faith threw her plate at him and stormed off. Caleb sat there with something meant to be curry dripping down his face and arms. Other people, humans and otherwise, looked at him until his eyes met theirs and then they went immediately back to their meals and hushed conversations.
He was still tracing the conversation in his mind, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong, when Obligolkulat tromped up to him in his frame. “Whoa, it’s worse than I thought,” said the alien.
Caleb blinked. “What? Did someone call you?”
“Caleb, buddy, half the crew called me.” He gestured with a few tentacles and for the first time Caleb realized that many of his coworkers were also in the cafe. Of course. They were on lunch break, too.
“I should get back to work,” said Caleb.
“You should get a shower and then take the rest of the shift off,” said Obligolkulat.
“Okay,” said Caleb. He was still wrestling with the conversation in his head as he got up and left for his quarters.