[La Divina]: 115.Light

The first time he had asked her, her quick response had been something like “I don’t date outside my species.” He should have been offended, but it had amused him, and he laughed. She had stared at him for a full minute before laughing, too. Of course, ideally, she would have said “yes” when the laughter subsided. But he didn’t have that kind of luck. As it happened, they became very good friends. He, of course, often trying to show her that being with her made him feel... complete. She refused to see it. With a sigh, he carefully adjusted the parallel wires, trying to get the voltage pumping again. It had become a hobby of his, playing with light bulbs and currents and watts. He wanted to be an electrician. Today, though, as she sat across from him, poking at her sausage and egg biscuit, the light didn’t seem to want to come on.
“Oh, here,” she said finally, reaching out to help him hold the wire in place.
Their hands touched and the light turned on.