"I guess maybe I'm a little psychic then," she replied with a small, mischievous smile. In her dreams, before Bonnie discovered her abilities, Grams would always tell her that she came from a long line of witches, descendant from Salem. Back then, the teenager thought her grandmother was joking. After all, witches? Come on. Things like that didn't exist and even if it was her dream self, Bonnie found she felt as much of that self-doubt, amusement in reality too. Of course, it was also a bit scary because like in the dreams, Bonnie would joke to Elena and Caroline that she was 'psychic'. Plus, the Grams in her dreams, was the grandmother she had here, in real life too. Though this one had never tried to tell her she was a witch, Bonnie still found then entire situation a bit eerie, if not spooky. Then again, her friends in this world were her friends in the dreams too. Everything fit in a crazy sort of way.
The brunette arched a brow in curiosity, but accepted his outstretched hand, and stood. Somehow, she sensed this day was going to become a lot more interesting and while there was potential for danger, Bonnie knew both of them could handle themselves. Besides, Miles was a superhero right? How much trouble could she get in someone like that? Then again, how much trouble had she gotten into with another witch? Still, Bonnie followed, allowing him to lead the way. They traveled a few blocks down from the Cafe until they reached a more secluded place within the area. Pausing beside an open alley, he slipped inside, motioning her to follow. Now, if Bonnie didn't have abilities or more than a few spells up her sleeve, she might have hesitated, but with the capability to defend herself and strange sense of trust brewing for the young man before her, she eagerly slipping inside behind him. His words made her smile. "Oh and here I was sensing the serial killer vibe from you over ice cream," she teased back, a laugh escaping past her lips.
Deeper inside, far from direct sunlight or prying eyes, Miles paused, looking at her a moment before tugging off his shirt. The she'd been in similar situations, though with a lack of alley, heat rushed her cheeks and she turned around. "Too late," she said, but her voice was light, if not a bit playful too. What he was doing could mean anything, most not good, but Bonnie had a feeling she knew what he was up to. The costume. "I understand. Just because I don't think you have a screw or two loose, doesn't mean they won't," she added. When the scuffling stopped, Bonnie turned, a frown visible on her face. It was quiet. "Miles-" she broke off, eyes widening a bit at the sight of the young man in full gear, clinging to the wall of the building, A few steps and he was upside down, staring her down from behind the mask. At the sight, she gasped, taking a few steps forward, amazed expression upon her features. "Wow...that's awesome. Screw turning fire into water," she added.