Dyson Thornwood & Hannah Lewis
Hannah sat waiting for her first date, idly turning her tumbler of whiskey on the table, a few degrees at a time. She'd mostly learned to control her super hearing. Mostly. At times, it still got away from her. When it did, as now, she'd learned to focus on a single voice for a moment, then another, and another, until she had it under control again.
She smiled to herself at some of what she heard. It wasn't polite to eavesdrop, and she tried not to do so. But it was better than clapping her hands over her ears and screeching at a volume that would no nobody any good. When she looked up, her hearing dialed down to a reasonable level again, she saw a man she assumed was her first date.