"What, about telekinesis and everything? I don't, not really." Holly smudged some ash away with the toe of her sneaker. There were tiny, sparkling dots of broken glass embedded in the tar.

"But I got my degree in psychology," the brunette admitted. "I had these big ideas of being a therapist. All my friends know how funny this is because I am completely fucked up." She gave Brian a knowing smile.

"Then my dad was murdered, and I was angry at myself because all this stuff I didn't know came out." She scraped at some nail polish. "So I got a job at this shop that sold Vivienne Westwood knock-offs instead."