HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 164
 

“Do they do a lot of that here in town?” Angela asked. “Filming, I mean.”

“Hell yeah,” Jackie replied. “We’re up there with Toronto and Vancouver. Why? You thinking of getting into the industry?”

“No,” Angela said. “I mean, I don’t know. Not really. I just never realized how many options are out there for someone like me.”

“There’s always options for folks with powers,” Jackie said. “You, Greta, Francis, you guys have got it made. You know where I worked before we landed a record deal? Tim Hortons. And if it weren’t for Greta’s abilities, I’d probably still be there. So, like, check your privilege, dude.”

“It’s not as easy as you think,” Angela said. “I can’t even….”

She sighed. She didn’t have the energy to explain it to yet another person tonight. Complaining about it hadn’t gotten her anywhere so far, anyway. Francis’s advice popped back into her head. On a whim, she summoned up a particularly strong memory—the first time she and Genesis kissed—and looked into Jackie’s eyes.

Nothing happened.

Jackie raised an eyebrow and chuckled nervously.

“What are you staring at?” she asked. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” Angela said.

She didn’t break eye contact; she replayed the kiss over and over, filled her mind with it. She felt Jackie’s mind pressing into her own, but she was actually resisting the flood. But after a minute or two, she could no longer hold back the torrent. She closed her eyes and looked away.

“Are you okay?” Jackie asked.

“I’ve literally never been better,” Angela replied.

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The filming was a disaster at first. Angela kept missing her cues or looking the wrong direction or any number of other mistakes. But after she got a taste of the director’s mind, she had a much easier time following his orders.