Dan sat as Abra did, watching her carefully, and then all he could do was stare as she moved the creamer without touching it. Her Shine let her do that? And she did it out in public? Fucking hell, just how strong was she?
His gaze flickered between the creamer and Abra's face before he remembered he needed to breathe out; he blew the cloud of smoke off to the side, and looked back at Abra again. "Y-you..." he began, wondering how the hell she'd done that, and all of a sudden he saw a ceiling covered in spoons, books flipping open and closed before moving across a desk, and then the creamer sliding across the table in front of him once again. He rubbed at his mouth with a shaking hand, and it occurred to him that he was entirely too sober for all of this.
"I don't think I've ever been able to do that," he said finally, before filling his lungs with cigarette smoke once again.