[ WP ] You are a pyrokinetic who tends to accidentally set things on fire when stressed . And today , you 're having a very bad day .

The cafe was packed. I pushed open the street front door to a line. A crowd of tourists yelled their order to the struggling barista. Her face wore a forced smile as she frantically brought plastic cups with massive amounts of whipped cream and toppings. The visitors snatched the cups and payed in change, leaving no tip. I glared at the group as they shuffled out. One of the women slightly bumped my shoulder as she made her way to the door. She tumbled as if hit by a car, throwing coffee everywhere. Most of the hot coffee hit my dress shirt. 
 
 `` It's fine'' I muttered balling my fist, I could smell smoke rising from them. 
 
 `` Fine?'' She yelled `` you made me spill my drink'' 
 
 My back muscles tensed as I felt my hands heat up. An outburst would turn this place to cinders. 
 
 `` You bumped me ma'm'' I said gritting my teeth, refusing to apologize. 
 
 `` The fuck is wrong with you'' she continued standing up `` buy me a new one asshole'' 
 
 `` No'' I firmly said staring ahead and waiting for the line. My palms where reaching the temperature of the sun. 
 
 The barista mouthed a quick `` sorry'' to me and continued working. I began taking deep breaths. I could taste the smoke in the air. 
 
 `` Can you believe this asshole jerry? Now he thinks he can ignore me'' the woman roared. 
 
 `` Christ just leave it be. We're gon na be late for our tour'' her husband replied. 
 
 `` No no no'' she insisted `` you should teach him a lesson for me'' 
 
 I stepped to the counter and ordered. The barista told me it was free of charge in a whisper. 
 
 `` Free? That trash wont even pay for mine and now he gets his fucking free?'' She screamed. 
 
 I shoved my hands in my pocket and waited for my coffee. The flame retardants in my pants would hold against any anger. The pockets quickly became small ovens melting any left over coins inside. The woman came up behind me. She brought her hands to my back and shoved hard. My face twisted into a smile. The woman began screaming and I turned. Her hands where blood red and sizzling. Jerry grabbed her by the shoulders attempting to pull her back but she only yelled more. She fell to the floor and kicked in fury as her hands burned away in front of her. I grabbed my coffee off the counter and nodded to the waitress. The woman cursed me and anyone who knew me as I stepped over her and walked out the street front door.
