Having clothes that weren't torn to hell was a nice start to this particular day. So was not dying.
Yet.
Aeon was a little preoccupied with what Jesse'd told her. About having the powers of God. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she walked down the street, hands tucked into the pockets of a black leather jacket. She shook black hair out of her eyes. The absolute last thing on her mind was the man nearby with his coffee and his paper.
That didn't mean she didn't smirk at him as she approached.