I headed back across campus in a daze, Professor Reeves's words replaying through my brain on a loop. Private sessions. After hours. Just the two of us. Either she wanted to study my abilities or she wanted to "study my abilities." The air quotes were doing a lot of work there.
I stopped at the campus coffee kiosk, desperately needing caffeine to sort through the mess of this morning. The barista—a business track junior named Miko—looked up from her phone when I approached.
"Holy shit, it's the vigilante," she said, eyes widening. "I saw you on Channel Seven this weekend. That thing with your arm was crazy!"
Great. That was spreading fast.
"Just coffee," I said, sliding my card across the counter. "Black. Large."
She took my payment but kept staring. "So what else can you do besides that stretchy thing? The news said you opened a portal too. That true?"
"Classified," I replied, tapping my finger against the counter. "Coffee?"
