The moment she said it, Odessa knew it should have been obvious. “I heard that turned pretty lethal.” At least from the pieces of information that were circling around town. Granted, some were considerably more exaggerated than others, so what the actual story was, she wasn’t sure. “What happened?” She said, meaning both in the larger sense and in the more personal sense for Brianna. Odessa shook her head in response to the question. “They didn’t get much of a chance.” Her gaze moved to their hands as Brianna took hers and she stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and letting out a soft sigh. She squeezed her hand a moment before reaching for the unlit candle on the table and moved it into the shadow of the napkin holder. Holding her hand there for a moment, the small shadow moved to engulf the candle and it disappeared from sight. “Where do you think that goes, now that it is gone?” She asked, waiting a moment before meeting her gaze again expectantly.

“I don’t think they had an intention of ever letting any of the hostages go.” Brianna shuffled in her seat as she looked down at the table, not able to bring herself to look at Odessa. “I made the mistake of angering the guards. I was the one who pressed the silent alarm for the police and they caught me.” Just mentioning it was enough for her to feel like she could still feel the hand wrapped around the top of her arm dragging her out. Seeing Odessa stiffen caused nerves and the feeling of butterflies to return to her stomach, she waited to see if her ex would pull away. A small smile tugged at her lips when she squeezed back and a sense of relief filled her as she watched in curiosity at what Dess was doing. “I-- don’t know Dess. That’s a bit like asking where I pull lightening or rain from. I’ve never really understood how any of us are able to do what we do or even where we get it from.”

“It’s not like I can help it with your loud squeaky voice, is it?” He retorted with an eye roll.  

“I’m neither loud nor squeaky.” Brianna looked at him offended, especially considering she had made sure not to keep her voice down to avoid drawing attention.

Hearing the sound of disbelief, Odessa finally closed the book fully and placed it on the table in front of them. “I didn’t know you were involved in any of the situations.” She stated simply, though was hoping for more information on Brianna’s part. “Probably not.” Odessa met her gaze. “It might bore you.”

“I was working at the bank on the day of the robbery.” Brianna bit her lower lip as she felt slightly uncomfortable at remembering her stupidity on the day. “What about you? I hope you weren’t hurt at all?” Her brows furrowed as a worried look crossed her features. “You could never bore me, Dess.” Brianna slowly moved to gently take one of Odessa’s hands as her features softened as she watched her, feeling slightly apprehensive at what her reaction might be. 

“A little bit.” Odessa looked up, surprised by her presence, but didn’t want to show it. “I was reading, actually.” She said, though it was likely the other knew that wasn’t the case at all. “But, it wasn’t that good.” Her eyes moved to the Brianna’s lips, and a slight frown found its way to her own. “That looks painful…”

Brianna made a disbelieving sound but decided it was best not to comment, in an attempt to avoid them arguing or making things awkward. “It’s nothing don’t worry.” Her hand moved as if to touch her lip and then thought better of it and instead cleared her throat as she tried to give a smile. “You wanna talk about what’s got you so distracted?”

Sat at a small table at the cafe, Odessa stared down at the book in front of her, though she wasn’t taking in too much of the words. Her mind was moving back to the events from a couple of days ago. She couldn’t help but wonder about certain applications of her ability. Hearing the chair opposite her screech against the floor, she spoke. “Oh, God… Are you trying to deafen me?” She asked, before looking up and taking in tue new arrival to the table.

“Depends, is it working?” Brianna teased as she raised an eyebrow in question. Having finally caught Odessa’s attention, she lifted the chair and pulled it out properly so she could take a seat. “It was successful in pulling you out of your own thoughts hadn’t it?” Bri tried not to smirk too much to avoid tugging at her split lip and causing herself more pain.”

“For fuck sake, can you just shut the fuck up. I don’t give a fuck about what happened or who was hurt. Now, would you please stop whining on about it.” 

“If you don’t want to hear about it, then how about you not listening into a conversation that doesn’t concern you?”

Sam grinned in reply. “So, what exactly are you doing behind there? Playing Solitare?” He asked leaning over the counter to try and peer at her computer. It was only then he realised the female wasn’t paying attention to him. “Hey, what’s up?” The male asked looking behind him to see what she was staring at.

It was as if she didn’t even hear his question as her subconscious took over and her internal alarms went off, telling her something wasn’t right and that something was going to happen. Her natural instincts kicked in as she gravitated towards where the bank kept the secret alarm to alert a robbery even if it meant that it could gain a reaction out of the intruders. Brianna glanced back over to Sam with an apologetic look as her hand slammed down on the button. 

“Aha! See! It’s like I have a fifth sense or something.” A triumphant grin spread across his face as he met the woman’s gaze. “Well, I find that awfully offensive, not that you’re wrong, mind you.”  

“Or something.” She laughed with a roll of her eyes. “Let’s just say I’m a good judge of character.” Brianna went to continue teasing him when she noticed the small disruption by the entrance which drew her attention.

“Today could have been the exception, you never know!” Sam argued jutting his chin in the air. “Causing trouble? Me? Never.” 

“Well it turns out, you would have been right. I wasn’t actually supposed to be working today. Helping out a friend.” She shrugged her shoulder as she admitted the truth with a smile. “I’ve only met you a few times and even I’ve managed to figure that one out.”

“Well, it could have been your day off or something.” He pointed out looking pleased that he had a retort. “She is on official business, cashing in some money or something.” 

“But each time we’ve seen each other, it has been in my place of work.” She rolled her eyes laughing. “And she’s left you causing trouble?”

“Fancy seeing you here,” Sam stated with a toothy grin. “This is– what– the second time we’ve bumped into each other this week?” 

“Well I do work here. It’s kind of hard not to bump into each other if you keep coming into my place of business.” She teased with a raised brow. “Where’s your little friend?”

Sitting in the office in the back of the shop where she created some of her designs, Brianna was soon alerted by the bells of someone coming into the shop, walking out to the front, she made sure to have a smile on her face. “Hello, welcome to-” She started before she saw a familiar face. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “What brought you into these neck of the woods?”