“The fuck was THAT about?” My friend asked, glaring at me. I was still processing what had just happened for myself and wasn’t really in the mood to try and explain it to him at that moment, so I simply shrugged.
“I wish I knew,” I muttered as I turned to watch Gabby leave.
It dawned on me then that maybe I should have asked her why she didn’t seem at all curious as to how we could, you know, READ EACH OTHER’S MIND. Call me a drama-queen, but that’s exactly the kind of topic I think is worth maybe taking a minute or two to suss out the details before storming off on some guy you just met.
I continued to play dumb and convinced my friend’s fiancé to give me Gabby’s number, promising that I would try and find out what I had done wrong and maybe smooth things over with her. I sent Gabby a text that next day, explaining who I was and asking if she could give me a call when she had a spare moment to talk. Eventually, she did.
Gabby sounded more than a little annoyed when I answered, as if she had no idea what we might possibly have to talk about, so I cut right to it and straight up asked her how it was possible that we could literally read each other’s minds.
“I mean, I can see why being able to hear each other’s thoughts would be a hindrance to any potential future we might have together. It’s just that you don’t seem too surprised by it.”