A Psychic's Coffee

Chapter 7 part 2

"I'm going to get our coffee," I announced, pulling at my shirt's collar. Having to abandon ship wasn't the plan but the nagging feeling I was getting certainly persuaded me to act accordingly.

"They haven't even called for us to receive our order," Miguel stated the obvious while he hurried over to my location.

Amber offered, thankfully I might add, "Miguel, just let Scott be ... Scott, I guess. There's nothing that I can really compare Scott to; I really have to figure him out."

Miguel tapped on my shoulder like a small child would, and leaned in so he could tell me something privately. "Dude, what is this? I'm freaking out, and all I know is that I'm resistant to other psychics. I can't handle myself against an enemy who has ears of experience killing people like me, nor can I even compare to the others."

I whispered back. "Don't compare yourself to others, and don't worry about dying. I'll hold your funeral."

"That doesn't help at all," He hissed. "I got a full life ahead of me; I can't even think about taking down some huge corporation."

"It's like you think I am so much more prepared for this than you are. You're resistant to psychics, which means that psychics have little effect on you. Right?"

He nodded. "But that doesn't help, you know, kill people! I'm sure what you can do is so―"

I cut him off, raising my index finger as if to point to the sky. "Watch."

"Scott, Scott Bennett, your orders ready." The barista called out to the mass of consumers.

I walked over to the counter. "That's what I can do, and it's not much."

The three cups of coffee were put on their tray in a neat fashion, and that's just how I like them. I grabbed the cookie that Miguel wanted with my other hand.

He looked at me dumbfounded. "You can generate food, or make the time it takes to make it speed up."

I rolled my eyes at his either blatant stupidity or annoying sarcasm. "No you idiot, I have precognition. I can't choose what I want to know the future about, but sometimes I can just tell what is going to happen,"

"You could dodge bullets with that!"

"No, I couldn't. My reaction time would still have to keep up with a bullet. Hopefully, I don't even get into a situation like that in the first place!"

"I hope Miguel doesn't throw me in the way of bullets now, but saying there's even a chance of that happening makes me sick. I'm probably going to die and it won't even be that funny or quick as I slowly bleed out. We wandered the shop without even paying attention to the tables and chairs in our path or where we were supposed to be going. "Miguel what can you do?"

"I think that I can't be affected by psychics to a point. If a telepath were to try to read my mind, the wouldn't be able to."

"Not like anything is in your head in the first place."

"But why was Alex able to control you? That shouldn't happen because, you know, psychics can't do that stuff to you."

"I don't know man, she's a really strong psychic already."

Good to know that I wasn't the only one who was totally ignorant of the subjects of psychics. I mean, it's hard to when you don't even have knowledge of their existence. Little did we know that we were going to crash course in psychics, in both literal and metaphorical senses.