"Didn't you tell me that you used to be a dancer at a strip club? Right after high school, I believe you said," Nick said, "reminding" Candy.
"Oh yeah. I really loved that job."
"So do you?" he asked again. She looked a little confused, so Nick asked it again. "Do you like this job more than that one?"
"Oh. Well, like, it's easy and stuff, but it's not nearly as fun. But being as old as I am, you know, the club had to fire me and I can't, like, get another job like that, unless it's one of those seedy places. I'd prefer something more upscale, you know what I mean?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, still looking quite ditzy.
"Yeah, I understand," Nick said. He smiled and she smiled back, but the reason he was smiling would have been completely lost on Candy. Of course, even if she was back to her older, less fun, but smarter self, she probably still wouldn't come close to comprehending what he had done to her, if she could notice the changes, of course. Bending reality as he desired was way beyond the understanding of most people.
At that moment, the door to the office opened and in walked ...
