Thinking quickly, I snatched her phone, typing "Don't be afraid" into the search bar before handing it back to her.
The girl started, and shook her head as though trying to clear it. She looked down at her phone, looking a bit more worried. "D- Did I type that?"
I grabbed the phone again. "No, you didn't. It was me, the woman you just had sex with."
She looked confused. "I . . . What . . . No, I- I was just trying on clothes when I . . . when I . . ."
I snatched the phone a third time, sitting next to her and holding the phone where she could see it.
"It's okay. You don't understand me or what I am."
Erase.
"But you liked that just now, didn't you?"
Fear crossed her face again. "I'm going crazy," she said. "That's the only possible thing that could be going on here. I've gone crazy and-"
I cut her off with a kiss and passed the phone to her. She pulled back gently, her eyes closed, mouth parted. She looked down at the phone and read softly to herself:
"But it's a good kind of crazy, isn't it?"
She put her phone back in her purse and dressed as quickly as possible. Leaving the lingerie she tried on behind, the girl walked briskly out of the dressing room, out of the store, and out of the mall. I followed her all the way in nothing but that pink negligee. I almost followed her onto the subway, but stopped just before boarding to consider what I'd done to her. She thought she was insane, which was entirely reasonable given the circumstances, and that was my fault. Bearing that in mind, I . . .