Ask nicely

"Please? Pleeeease please please?"

He smiled.

"Okay. Hold on."

I watched him type into the phone and exaggerate hitting send. His eyes bulged as he looked at me. "Shit! It can do that?!" He looked at it, confused and excitedly.

I patted myself down and looked around. Nothing seemed to be any different. "What did you do? I don't get it?"

He looked confused. "Wait, seriously? You don't notice anything?"

I walked over to him, admittedly on slightly wobbly ankles.

He showed me what he wrote.

> Summer can only wear sexy latex outfits. Nobody but me will notice.

Something about reading that hurt my head. "Well duh, clearly that won't work. I don't own any 'sexy latex'." I did airquotes.

He looked at me analytically. "So you don't ... wait. What color is your dress?"

"Black."

"What is it made of?"

I stretched at the hem of my shiny black dress, confused for a second.

He gestured at the app.

"Did you ... change my memories?" I ask, a bit frustrated with his ability to explain. I couldn't feel anything different.

"No. So you'd come out for a walk with me right now?"

I got excited. "If I do will you finally use the app on me?"

He just smirked. I took this as a yes.

I had a hard time keeping up with him for some reason, but he didn't seem to mind. He even took my arm and helped me, which was sweet.