He scoffed and said, “As if you could ever get enough of me.”
They reached the front entrance and stepped out into the early afternoon sun. It was a warm day and the air was humid; not oppressively so, but getting there.
“So where do you want to go?” Angela asked.
“You know, I’m kind of craving Chinese,” Kay replied.
A digitized chime rang out from the back of Kay’s jeans. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cheap flip phone. He opened it and pressed a button. His eyes widened.
“What’s wrong?” Angela asked.
“Nothing,” Kay replied.
He started typing with the number keys. Angela considered taking him at his word, but her curiosity got the better of her. She reached out to the phone with her mind.
“They took Martin!” said a text message from an unlisted number.
“Who’s Martin?” Angela asked.
The phone snapped shut. Kay frowned.
“How did you read that?” he asked.
“I have a friend who can talk to machines,” Angela replied. “I borrowed her powers yesterday.”
“I didn’t know you could do that,” he said.
“It’s new,” she said.
“Well, cut it out,” he said.
He pointed a finger gun at her head and a silence crept over her mind. Every foreign thought, every superpower she’d picked up recently, faded away like a half-remembered dream.
She backed away from him.
“What did you do to me?” she asked.
“Just gave you a taste of your own medicine,” he said. “Relax, it’ll be over in a second.”
He finished typing out a message and turned his phone off. The thoughts of today’s customers flooded back into her mind, along with the electronic hum that came with Leigh’s ability.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “But I needed some privacy.”
“Kay, what just happened?” she said.