Steam

'Hang Out'

I step into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I don't know why Jessica was embarrassed for me. That was not what I expected. I take off my shirt and lay it on the side. I look at the scratches on my chest. There was no blood on my chest bindings which was good. Only patches of dirt were across them. I unwrap them from my body because it's unhealthy to have cleavage wrapped for an extensive amount  of time. 

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...

I might as well use my powers to clean and heal my chest since Jessica didn't go for my chest. I turn on the sink and my markings on my right arm start to glow. I warmed up my left arm. The markings on my left started to glow a firey blood orange. I snap my fingers and start a fire on my index finger. I heat up the water and place it on my body. I take a sharp breath of air. I'm not usually hurt by my fire but my water and fire combo make my skin sizzle. The steam rises from the boiling water bubble. I look into the mirror and see my skin is as red as a tomato, but my skin in healed perfectly. " Hey, are you ok in there Seven?" Jessica spoke through the door. I flush the toilet and shout back, " I'm fine. Just had to relieve myself." " Oh. Sorry to bother you."

I slip on the shirt Jessica had lent me. On the shirt read, ' Sarcasm Is My Spirit Animal'. I am pretty sarcastic myself. I leave the bathroom and close the door behind me. Jessica is sitting on the couch waiting for me. Jessica had her hair put up in a ponytail. She had put on teal eyeshadow that complemented her emerald green eyes. She wore a form fitting white shirt and a slim leather jacket. In the middle of her chest was a low hanging necklace that had a pendant similar to a curling shark tooth. I continued to look down her body. On the lower half of her body were tight jeans and black tennis shoes. " You look like me when I first came here." Jessica looked at herself and laughed. " Oh, I guess I do. But I do like your style. You looked good when I first saw you." I raised my eyebrow at her remark at my 'apparent beauty'.  " Uh, I didn't mean that I like you or anything. I just saw that you looked good." I nodded my head and looked at Rusty. He was playing with a sock.

I made my way to the door. " Well come on. I have to go to my hotel to check out and to pick up my stuff. Do you have a car?" Jessica replied a yes and stood up to stand behind me. "Well let's go then." Jessica smiled. " Bye Rusty. I'll see you tonight." Jessica rushed me out the door. I let Jessica pull me down the hall and downstairs to her car. I hop into her midsized sedan. I tell her the correct turns to reach my hotel room. " You don't have to come in. I'll be done in a couple minutes." I hop out of the car and step into my room. I shovel everything into my bag and strap on my chest holster. I pull on my flannel shirt. I grab my leather jacket and exit the room. I tap on Jessica's passenger side window and she rolls down the window. " I'll be right back. I just have to check out." Jessica nodded and I left to check out at the front desk. I step into the front office.  A lady was sitting at the front desk. " Hello, how may I help you?" she asked. I showed her my room key and slid it over to her on the desk." I'm checking out. I was in room 104." She typed on her computer and pulled up my receipt. " Ok ma'am, that'll be $54. 67. Will that be cash or credit?" I pulled out my wallet and handed  her $60 dollars. That only leaves me with $100 left. I take my change and return to Jessica. I take a long sigh and sit down in the car. I cut my eyes over to Jessica. She smiles to me. 

Why does she smile so much at me?

Her face turned from a smile to a frown. " Why do you looks so sad?" I sigh and  grumble. " I am in a financial problem." " Oh, well why don't you find a job? What are you good at?" I thought about the skills I was trained in. I have extensive amounts of hand-to-hand combat training. I know over 4 languages. I had a masters degree in psychology at the age of 18, bachelor's in engineering, as well as knowledge in survival training. " I'm good at manual labor," I told Jessica. There's no need in her knowing what I do, or rather what I am. " Well, there's tons of places asking for manual labor. Maybe a police officer? Do you have a degree?" "Stanford," I replied with a huff. " Oh, that's a smart school." I shrugged slowly. " You?" I asked curiously. Jessica seemed surprised. " Oh, well I did go to OIT. I want to be a graphic designer." " And you work at a coffee shop?" She glared back to me. " Part time. On Wednesdays and Fridays. I'm an architect most of the time." I nodded and gave her a small smile.

" Good job kiddo." I replied. Jessica was awestruck by my response. I shrugged and leaned against the door. " Let's go, Jessica. Let's have some fun." I said. " Well ok. Let's go. Where do you want to go?" "Wherever you want to go. I don't know anyplace to go." " Well, let's go and find you a job." she said joyfully.