“Really? You must be right. I mean, I’ve never felt like this before toward anything. I always feel confident, and I don’t worry about failing or losing.”
“There you go. The fact that you feel like this is just another example of you becoming—”
“Me. I’m becoming me,” she said proudly and turned off the stove.
When I reached over her head to pull out two plates from the cabinet, she turned, put her arms around my waist, and laid her head on my chest. After a few seconds passed, she lifted her head and placed a fillet of tilapia on each of our plates. I scooped a healthy amount of couscous onto my plate as well. As hungry as I was, I let my mind wander again.
Was this breakthrough possibly attributed to my advances on her? Was I the one responsible for her algorithmic override? Maybe it
