Why Dinner?

“You know I am married,” She repeated, sliding her forefinger across the brim of her empty wine glass. God sighed gesturing subtly to draw the moisture in the air to her glass, starting the dramatic switch to wine only after it had been half filled. “Adultery hasn’t stopped being a thing has it?”

“Listen, Mary,” God spoke “It’s not exactly like that. Endgames the same but there is a subtle difference in logistics that grants this case an allowance.”

She raised a brow “Why take me out a second time if this is so important to you? Why don’t we just get it over with?”

“There's an order to things, you don’t strictly need to understand. It can’t be done until the third date.” She clicked her tongue and leaned back in her seat.

“Joseph isn’t going to like this, not one bit.”

“Trust me nobody ends up caring that much,” God muttered as he stabbed at the food around his plate.

“Really? You know that?” There was a sudden stutter in Gods movement.

“Y… well yeah,” He answered taking a second to look up from his plate. “I’m God. I am the Alpha and the Omega. Who is and who was and who is to come, the almighty.” Mary practically jumped out of her seat. She looked God dead in the eyes then glanced away quickly and bit her lip in thought.

“What is it?” he asked. She slowly turned back to him.

“S… So you can see into the future and the past?”

“Well I kinda am the future and the past, existing as one if you can wrap your head around that it's actually very interesting…”

“So, could you please answer a question for me?” God took a moment to think.

“Sure, as long as it's just the one.”

“Am I remembered?” God lowered his eyes back to his plate.

“You children. No, they get your being but not your soul. That's a very misguided question.” Mary sat up, forcefully folding her arms. “Now you should have asked what meaning there is in your life, you're about to bring the world her savior.” Mary stood up.

“I hope you don’t act this way on the third date.” God sighed.

“Women,” he mumbled to himself.