Well, that was a stomach-flutter, heart-melty, brains-into-goo moment out of every movie Megan had ever seen on girls' nights and sighed at. She grinned like an idiot, as she leaned over and propped her chin on one hand.
Her face fell when he mentioned no longer being able to fly, though. "Oh no! You can't fly any more? What happened? When?" She caught herself, because not being able to fly wasn't the worst thing that could happen to a person, except it totally was when they had been able to and then couldn't. Like M-day all over again, she thought. "Not that it's a big deal or anything, because it's not, but I hadn't noticed so now I feel like a terrible person, and it really doesn't mean anything if you can't fly any more because most people don't fly and they get along just fine."
She wrinkled her nose. "Because my boss fired me," she said. "I kind of filled the whole coffee shop up with my dust and left in the middle of my shift. I had a really good reason and everything, but," her voice took on a tone that was clearly an imitation of someone, "that's not the level of professionalism that we're looking for and why didn't you just call the police?" She laughed. "Next time I'll find a job that doesn't have so much enclosed space, maybe. It's too bad. I'll miss the regular customers, I was finally learning their names."