"What are you thinking so hard about?" This jolted Enid from her thoughts, heart racing as if the goth could read her mind. To her knowledge, no, that was not within her scope of powers but the blonde wasn't without doubt that it could very well be a hidden ability. Wiping her weirdly sweaty hands on the cushion she sat upon, she released a small laugh under her breath. "How do you always know when I'm thinking of you?" Basically, Enid is gay and panicking. (First posted on ao3).