I extended my arm towards Angie, and felt a blast of cool air release from my fingertips. The vase narrowly missed her, landing with a crash about a foot away from her.

Both of us were staring at my now-outstretched hand.

"My powers!" I exclaimed with a grin. "They're back!"

As soon as I tried it again, however, my grin faded. Angie saw my frustration, and must have discerned that my powers weren't really back.

She came over and clasped my hands. "Hmm, still running into a wall," she said. "But it's weaker. Perhaps me being in danger brought out your powers?"

"It doesn't usually work like that," I said, shaking my head. "If anything, strong emotions get in the way of my powers."

"Strong emotions?" she said with a playful grin, her honey-colored curls bouncing as she cocked her head to the left. Her hands were still intertwined with mine.

"I-uh, yeah," I said, pulling my hands out of hers. "Like fear."

Or love.