Wings beating the air, Kris threw herself off Jason's balcony. She quickly gained altitude.
“Hey, Kris,” Jason called.
Kris turned herself about, wings beating harder to hold her in place. Jason had a boyish grin. Kris couldn't recall the last time she'd seen him with one. “Yeah?”
“I can see up your skirt from here.”
She couldn't help but smile back at him. “Pervert,” she called back.
“Love you.”
“Love you back.” Kris turned back and headed toward the city.
* * * * *
Jason stood on the balcony, watching Kris slowly vanish into the distance. He stayed there long after she disappeared. His hand curled into a fist. He closed his eyes and exhaled. He forced his hand open and then opened his eyes. “You can't have her,” he said.
Turning back into the apartment, Jason made his way to the bedroom. He opened the closet door and took out biking leathers. He disappeared those and then changed into them in a crimson flash. He took a motorcycle helmet off a hook and closed the closet door.
With a crimson flash, his phone appeared in his hand. There were several text messages waiting. He selected one and responded with, “I'm on my way.”