( First-person perspective ) Unknown to you, your girlfriend has set off for breakfast and a little more practice of her powers. In the bathroom, you start to rinse yourself down and go to grab your washcloth, which suddenly darts away from your hand.
"Whoa. Uh...honey? I thought you were going to get some fresh air. What's--"
You're cut off by a shampoo bottle, surprising you when it gently bumps you on the head. You look up to see the top pop open, and the bottle squirts a bit of the iridescent liquid out. You quickly squint and look back down to avoid it going in your eyes, and the cool glob hits your hair. Going with it, you're about to reach up to lather your head up when someone--or something--seems to be doing it for you.
The feeling startles you at first, but the soft fingers traveling through your scalp feel so much like a gentle massage from your girlfriend that you let it happen.
You actually peel back the shower curtain to watch the invisible ministrations, marveling at the foam building itself up.
"Babe, that's...really nice," you say, no one responding to you. When the lathering is over, you've detached from gravity again and shifted back into the water's flow. You figure she must be right outside the door, watching you field this experience as she watches with the x-ray vision she mentioned earlier.
You couldn't be more wrong, though. You didn't realize it yet, but her telekinesis is powerful enough to manage tasks with the slightest bit of her intention, going on without the slightest drain on her focus.
She was already down the elevator, out the door of the dormitory
She went to a nearby bakery, went inside.
"I bet he wants his usual muffin and fruit," she muttered, pulling her credit card from her pocket and tossed it on the desk. "You take care of that at the counter while I get something hot."
"French toast, please," she smiled. "Ooh, and sausage links."
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