A comedic snap of fingers expressed the mild disappointment that they did not share similar abilities. The out of character nervous shuffle dashed the humor from the impish woman's eyes. Words struck her ears like clues, the puzzlement dancing on her face.
As the time code settled around her shoulders Zoe slid liquidly from the counter. An icy finger of fear slid hideously down her spine. "Manda," she softly whispered the endearment, "Is there something you're not telling me?"