Snippet #2335827

Lydia talks a lot when she's nervous. It was a realization that hit her while she was yapping on and on to Dom. And she really was yapping to this guy. Like, it would probably be irritating if she was the one listening to her crap. She even started telling him about Cynthia and the whole sighting and for some odd reason, Dom didn't walk away. It was one thing when she actually found him kinda cute; it was another that he was this cute guy and he was actually listening to her. If Lydia was in his situation, she'd have probably walked away.

So, after awhile of being the only one talking(mainly because she was pretty sure she hadn't even given him the time to talk other than when she asked small questions that required very little in responses), Lydia paused and bit her lower lip. What was it that someone called her at one point? A prissy, neurotic, and a control freak that never knows how to shut up? Wasn't the whole point of starting over to not be that girl?

So, she shut up. And that kinda left a bitter taste in her mouth and an awkward pause in the atmosphere between the two of them. She found herself wringing her hands together and running her eyes over the room, smiling at a few of the people she managed to catch eyes with. Her eyes fell on the pale, skinny guy that seemed stand-offish. Lydia tilted her head slightly at him as he seemed to either not notice her staring or ignored her completely. Either way, she was actually a tad bit intrigued for some odd reason and didn't like to see him so alone.

"So, what kind of powers do you have?" Dom's masculine voice had a surprisingly deep tone that sent chills down her spine and tore Lydia from her staring at the pale-guy. She quickly met Dom's gaze with a smile before the question actually reached her ears. Then her smile gradually thinned out and Lydia found herself biting her lower lip again.

"Heehee...it should be talking so much seeing how that's all I do," she replied with a nervous giggle. But Dom's stance was persistent and she knew she needed to answer the question. And actually saying her power out loud sounded...stupid. It was something out of a children's book or one of those corny pick-up lines this guy used at her school. You look like something the sun spit out, she recalled before deciding to answer. "Sunlight. I can manipulate sunlight. And...if I channel it, I can burn you with it."