“Yes please.” I nod.

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Ten minutes later we are in agreement to take a cab downtown to a restaurant so we can talk over a late dinner/early breakfast. It’s 4am- so where else do we go other than McDonald’s. Yum. Not. I sit on one side of the cab starring out the window trying to make sense out of what’s going on, and what might happen. I can tell she’s stealing glances at me. I can tell because the driver is looking through the review mirror and I’m seeing it through his eyes. He’s turned on by her behavior. I cough slightly and he readjusts his gaze to the road. 

The cab pulls up to Ronald’s House and we get out. She looks and me and reaches for my hand, but I pull back. I am not ready for all of this. And most of all, I don’t want another flash. They make me nauseous. We place our orders and set around the table. She looks and me and exhales. “Soo, I know you’re a sorceress, specifically I believe you’re a seerer. Am I right?”

I nod. Reluctant to provide her with any information that I don’t think I can trust her with. “Who are you, and how do you know these things?” I ask. I know it’s an unfair question, but hey- she asked me one!

“I’m a sorceress too-”

“Like me?” I ask, cutting her off. 

“Kind of, but don’t see things- I’m not a seerer. I’m a pusher.”

“A pusher?”

“Telekinetic. I can move things with my mind.”

I look at her hesitantly. She grins. “Are you always this apprehensive to everyone?”

I shake my head. “I’ve just never known anyone else who has my “gifts”- show me something.”

She nods her head. Suddenly, she lifts her finger and the salt shaker moves up with it. She does it so effortlessly. Man, she got the kick ass gift. I see colors and hear thoughts- yippee for me. 

Suddenly, the obvious question pops in my head. “Are there other’s like us?”

She nods. “Many, honestly- I’m not sure how you haven’t met any of them. They are all over. Who are you studying under?”

I blush. There’s part of the reason why I don’t know how to get over those dumb colors- I don’t know how!

“Your not studying? Wow. What are you, late twenties? You should have mastered your skill at like 18. You’re waay behind.”

I exhale. Thanks for telling me the obvious. I slide my chair out from under me and begin to get up. She grabs my hand and pulls me back down. “I’m sorry, please don’t go.” She pleads.

“Alright, fine.” She pulls a flask out from her purse and dumps the contents into her coffee that is now sitting on our table. She swirls it around and takes a sip. 

“Would you like some?” I nod. Heck yeah I want some. She pulls out another flask and pours the contents into my paper cup of orange juice. 

I down the liquid and soon feel it starting to work on my body. The alcohol I had earlier mixing with this- I’m feeling something, and it’s not just drunk.

Her eyes are warm. She’s looking at me like she’s known me forever. I can’t deny that I’m turned on. Suddenly, she runs her hand over mine. “What do you say we get out of here? Somewhere more private- how’s my place?” She asks.

I nod. All I want to do is get out of here with her. So we grab out purses and flag down another cab making our way across town again.