“Well, I don’t have a girlfriend anymore,” I snapped, turning back to the cabinets to try and throw some food together in an effort to distract myself. I wasn’t even hungry anymore, my empty stomach replaced with twisting knots.

“Oh jeez, Rosie, I’m so sorry,” he said and, to his credit, he sounded genuine. “What happened?”

“What do you mean, what happened?” I asked, cracking eggs against the counter and throwing them into a bowl. I didn’t particularly feel like eating scrambled eggs but I sure as hell felt like cracking and scrambling something.

“I told her that there’s a whole subset of humanity that can read minds and make fire out of nothing and, you know, she had a normal person’s reaction to that,” I explained.

“But she believed you?” he asked before murmuring to himself, “That was always my question, how you would even go about making someone believe you.”

“She believed me all right,” I said. “And you know how you get people to believe you? You give them proof.”

“Proof…” His eyes suddenly went wide. “Rosie, you didn’t.”

“What?”

“You went into her dreams?” he asked.

“What, you’ve never read a date’s mind?” I asked and the guilty look told me my answer right away. “See? Don’t act like you’re better than me. How else was she going to realize I wasn’t pulling a prank on her! Telling her about the dreams I’d been in seemed like the easiest and best way to help her understand!”

Aaron rocked back on his heels, his arms going up, hands waving in front of him.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said. “Dreams? Plural? And, wait, you told her what you saw? You didn’t fall asleep and try to meet her in her head? Give her some advance warning?”

“I didn’t think that would work!” I defended. “The only reason I’m able to talk to you in your dreams is because you’re a telepath! No one else ever knows that I’m there. Telling her about the dreams I’d already been in was the only way.”

“So it wasn’t that she was freaked out about Atypicals,” he said.

“I mean, I don’t know, I guess she might have been, but she was a little busy being furious with me!”

“Yeah, I bet.” He snorted.

“Oh, that’s really helpful, thanks,” I said. “I spent all of last night thinking about how the girl I love told me that I’d completely invaded her privacy before she dumped me, but please, be a smartass about this.”

“I mean, I understand where she’s coming from!” Aaron said.

“God, couldn’t you just have said, ‘Sorry, that sucks’ and left it at that?” I yelled. “Why aren’t you on my side in this, Aaron!”

“Because she’s right!” he shouted back. “It is an invasion of privacy.”