Caitlin
had wanted to go straight home after work. She was exhausted. First she had to
go to the Queens office. Then she had to go to the off-site meeting with the
potential client. And then her boss wanted her back at the Manhattan office to
work on a project the other team was failing to complete. But she had already
agreed to go out to eat with the others. And once she got to the restaurant she
was glad she hadn’t come up with an excuse to skip out on it.
The
dining area of the trendy New York restaurant was on the second floor, with the
lights lowered for mood. Their table sat in the middle of the floor space but
they could still easily see the well-lit streets below them thanks to the floor
to window ceilings of the restaurant. Caitlin had selected a salad along with a
vegetarian entree. She had really wanted steak but she didn’t want to deal with
how the group would react if they saw her eating meat.
Derrick sat
to her right, stroking his soul patch, the only part of his facial hair that
could possibly be said to be fully grown, with the rest of what passed for a
beard being very thin and sparse. Trent sat next to him and already had food on
his stomach. And Trent already had his stomach on the table. Brindin was next.
And beside him was Mi followed by Yolanda who also sat next to Caitlin.
"So I’m
taking this established superhero, see, and I’m evolving him for the
twenty-first century," Derrick said, explaining his latest work as a writer for
Sedition Sequential Art, the leading comic book company in the U.S. "Everyone
is so used to General Truth being some sort of stooge for the American
government or big business, and I wanted to re-imagine that for modern times. He
now really lives up to his name."
"Dude,
that sounds so awesome. And it’s about time," Brindin told him. Brindin was a young
psychologist but was becoming a highly recommended one in the city.
"We’re
going to diversify the title as well," Derrick told his black friend. "No more
old white guys."
The
group voiced its approval and Caitlin smiled at Derrick, looking at him in his
thin tie and dark blazer. He was always so confident. A waitress brought out a
large tray and tray holder for another group of diners. She set up the tray
holder with one hand and then put the tray on it. Caitlin smelled the food and
quickly looked over her shoulder at two different cuts of meat with separate
entrees. She was suddenly glad she had gone with the vegetarian meal tonight.
"So are
there going to be any non-binary people in it as well or does diversity only go
so far?" Yolanda said, staring hard at Derrick while she swirled the wine in
her glass.
Derrick’s
head was angled towards his plate but he glanced up at her with a bit of a
smile. "Oh, we definitely have that covered. And if you think white people are
going to freak out over General Truth no longer fighting for a fascist
government and big business, they will go absolutely nuts over some of the
other changes I have in store for him."
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