“Uh huh,” Angela said. “What about work? You said it was busy lately?”
“Oh, yeah,” Genesis said. “This company got a virus on their network, real nasty shit. Dad and I have been pulling twelve hour shifts all week to get them back up and running. It’s been pretty exhausting, but I’m not about to let that get me down.”
“What does get you down, then?” Angela asked.
“People asking too many questions,” Genesis said, laughing. “Now, what do you feel like eating?”
Angela thought about it for a moment, then said, “Chicken soup?”
Genesis laughed again.
“I know just the place,” she said.
They spent lunch dancing around the truth of the past few days. By the end of the meal, Angela was more confused than when she started. But she kept Dominick’s request for patience in the back of her mind.
“Your skin looks better,” Genesis said on the ride home.
Angela glanced down at her hands. The welts were less pronounced and the color had faded from red to pink. They still itched, but didn’t feel so much like a raw nerve anymore.
“It doesn’t usually last long,” she said. “Should be gone by the end of the day.”
“Sounds like you’re starting to get the hang of this,” Genesis said.
“I wish,” Angela replied. “I have an easier time figuring out other people’s powers than my own.”
“Now if only you could find someone with the same power and do your magic eye thing on them,” Genesis said.
“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” Angela said. “Easier said than done, though. It’s been a couple decades and I still haven’t met anyone else who can do what I do.”
“What about your parents?” Genesis asked.
“Completely normal,” Angela replied. “They were as surprised as I was that I turned out this way.”
Genesis chuckled and said, “I know that feeling.”