I flew back to the Cafe’ with my purse in hand and waited until I heard that the person using the stall with the window had left the bathroom. I then dove through the window and locked the stall before changing back into my clothes, fixing my hair and walking out of the bathroom to see Peter waiting at the table. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him look down at his phone for any new messages. I took a deep breath and walked up to him, sitting down across from him and apologizing for making him wait.
“It’s cool,” he said. “I’m just glad you could make it at all.”
“Thanks,” I said, opening my purse and taking out my computer.
“So what kind of approach do you want to take?” he asked as I logged in. “It has to be something strong and even slightly emotional for the judges to agree,” he said with a sigh.
“What is it?” I asked, alarmed at his sudden disappointment.
“It would be so cool if we could get an interview with that new superhero,” he said, pulling up a few videos to show me.
“You mean Riptide?”
“Yeah,” he said. “She’s only the coolest superhero to ever walk the face of the earth.” I laughed, pretending to act as if I hadn’t seen every single video of myself. “If we knew what it was like to actually be a superhero and the sacrifices they make, it would probably help get the judges all sappy.”
I hesitated for a moment. “You want an interview?” I asked.
“Well yeah, in like my wildest dreams but it's not like I can actually make that happen.”
“I met her once.”
“You met Riptide?” he asked me disbelievingly. I nodded. He hesitated as if wanting to ask for something. “Can I meet her?” he finally exploded.
“You can conduct the interview.”
“Why don’t you want to?”
“Uh…” I stumbled. “Because. She… doesn’t like me.”
“Well then why would she agree to an interview?”
“She owes me a favor,” I blurted out awkwardly. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity but seemed not to want to ruin his chance at meeting his apparent favorite superhero.
I laughed. “I can probably get her to meet you Friday.”
He nodded with excitement.