HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 200

“I saw a woman who’s very deliberate in her interaction with others,” he said. “You avoid eye contact whenever possible, but when you do make it, you hold it just for a moment and then you look away. You’re not shy, however. This is something else.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“You tell me,” he replied. “What do you see when you look into people’s eyes?”

“Take your glasses off and we’ll find out,” she said.

“Mmm, no, I think I’ll keep them on for now,” he said. “I believe you wanted to discuss a party and what I may have seen during it. Isn’t that right?”

Angela crossed her arms and nodded.

“It might help if you told me exactly what you were trying to find out,” he said. “That way I could be more specific.”

“I think it’s best if you just tell me everything you remember,” Angela said. “I wouldn’t want you to accidentally overlook something that turns out to be important.”

He grinned.

“You’re good at this,” he said.

“Good at what?” she asked.

He was quiet for a moment. She tried to read his expression but all she got was “smug”.

“You know, on second thought, that whole night is kind of a blur,” he said. “I was thinking about a different party when we talked on the phone. I don’t think I’m going to be much use to you. Sorry for wasting your time.”

He started to rise from his seat. Angela’s teeth clenched and she felt her heart beating faster. She pictured the telekinetic street cleaner and lashed out with her mind. The sunglasses flew off his face and into her hand.

She looked up. His eyes were closed.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” he said, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “Goodbye, Angela Osbourne.”

He turned and strolled away. Angela glared after him until he disappeared out the door. She squeezed the sunglasses in her fist and followed after him.