[ WP ] Your only superpower is to inherently know precisely what superpowers and skills other people have .

If the girl across the study area was trying to be subtle, she wasn ’ t doing a very good job. Lisa had noticed her since she entered the university library. The girl kept stealing glances over the magazine she was reading and she even switched seats when someone else had sat in her line of view of Lisa. Lisa ranked a solid hetero on the Kinsey Scale, but it would be a lie to say she wasn ’ t flattered. The other girl was close to Lisa ’ s age - late teens, maybe early twenties - and very pretty. She had chin length red hair and big hazel eyes flocked by black winged eyeliner. Freckles dotted her small nose, but in a completely unfair amount for a redhead to have. *She must stay out of the sun, * Lisa thought. The girl wore a vintage beige cloche that Lisa wished she could pull off herself. It was paired with an equally vintage looking blue dress. She felt the entire look was very “ Mad Men. ” 
 
 
 Lisa decided it would be better and less uncomfortable if she just ignored the other girl ’ s strange behavior. She forced herself to look down at the textbook she was reading. After all, she had specifically come to the library so that she could focus on ingesting this chapter for polysci. It was a particularly dense passage. In fact, she caught herself half a page down without a clue what she had just read. Too distracted. She gave an exasperated sigh and glanced up - only momentarily - before returning back to where she had started. 
 
 *Wait, * Lisa thought, *Did she move up to a closer table? * Lisa tried to recall what she had just seen. *I can ’ t just look up. She ’ ll notice I noticed... I ’ ll just casually get something from my purse and survey the room as I do. * She lifted her eyes from her book, swept the room, and then planted them in the inside of her purse. 
 
 
 *Yes. She definitely moved up to a new table. Now to pretend I needed something in my purse. My phone is in my lap. My headphones are in... How about a pen? * She pulled it out and clicked it open. *Yes, a pen is a normal thing to need. * So, from her purse, she did a second sweep and landed back on the book. She scribbled her initials in the margin to make it look like she truly needed to use the pen. *Good, now back to reading. * Two more paragraphs with nothing absorbed. 
 
 She stole a quick glance up. The other girl had moved once more. Now she was sitting at Lisa ’ s table, directly across from her. Lisa stifled a little yelp. A few people turned to look at the pair. It was supposed to be a “ group study ” area, but Lisa was particularly sensitive about this sort of thing and she was instantly mortified at herself. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry! ” the girl whispered, waving her hands around. Lisa popped out her earbuds. “ I didn ’ t mean to scare you! ” she giggled. 
 
 Lisa laughed back, half nervous, half genuine. Well, maybe one third genuine. 
 
 “ I ’ m Cami. Cameron Shooter? ” For some reason it was a question. 
 
 “ I ’ m Lisa Rhodes, ” Lisa offered. She kept her eyes on the other patrons, worried they ’ d be disturbed by the conversation. 
 
 “ Um, ” Cami bit her lower lip in an embarrassed grin, `` We've met before, right?'' 
 
 Lisa, still intent on being polite, gave a confused smile and shook her head, `` I do n't think so.'' 
 
 `` Ever been to Maryland?'' Cami asked. She suddenly got up and swooped around to sit on Lisa ’ s side of the table. Lisa was determined to be unfussed by Cami ’ s casualness. 
 
 “ No, ” she answered, “ Did you go to GHS in Galloway? ” 
 
 `` No, no,'' Lisa could tell Cami was really racking her brain, `` That's not it. This is my first time in Vermont. ” 
 
 “ Well, I ’ ve been here most of my life, ” Lisa laughed and gave a shrug, “ Guess I just have one of those faces! ” 
 
 Cami clasped her hands and put them under her chin. Her lips grew taut and her eyes squinted closed as she clearly had a small but intense internal debate. 
 
 `` Okay,'' she said finally. Returning her hands to her lap and taking a few deep breaths, “ This is weird, but stay with me, um, ” Cami put her hand on the back of Lisa ’ s seat and turned to face her, “ I dream about you once in a while. You suppose that means anything? ” 
 
 The statement was so unexpected that she was had a hard time figuring out how she felt about it. On some level, she felt offended or violated, but another part of her told her that feeling that way was stupid. 
 
 Following that non-conclusion, Lisa made a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, “ I mean, yeah, that ’ s sort of weird, um, ” she tried to gather her thoughts, “ Like, dream how? ” 
 
 “ Sometimes I see you and sometimes I just hear your voice. ” Cami looked too earnest for Lisa ’ s liking. It was unsettling to hear someone talk about something like this. She felt this would be an appropriate time to make an exit. She pushed her chair back and began to stand. 
 
 “ Okay, well, I ’ m sure you ’ re just misremembering, or maybe we have met before, ” Lisa forced what she hoped would sound like a casual laugh, “ Anyhow, I ’ ve got to get to class an -- ” 
 
 “ Wait! ” Cami interrupted in a voice that was definitely too loud for their location. Stares made Lisa ’ s face grow hot and drove her to sit back down. Cami held out a clenched fist, a postcard bowing in its grasp, “ Is this yours? ” 
 
 Lisa stopped breathing. That was hers. She ’ d mailed it to PostSecret just a few weeks ago. She recognized her living room; her coffee table; her bright blue mug; and her own handwriting scrawled in silver Sharpie: 
 > 
 > “ Yesterday, I moved this mug across the table without touching it. ” 
 
 Cami didn ’ t wait for an answer, “ In my dreams, you ’ re sitting in this room, ” she handed the card over to Lisa, whose hands felt barely capable of holding its weight, “ You say this. Over and over. Sometimes you sound worried, other times you sound excited, but it ’ s all you ever say. ” 
 
 Lisa wasn ’ t sure what to say. She thought she was nodding at Cami, but it was hard to be sure. Everything felt like they were underwater: sounds were muffled; her vision didn ’ t seem straight on; when was the last time she had taken a breath? *Oh no, * she realized a second too late, *I ’ m fainting. *
