After the proper introductions were made, I sit in the table with both Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier. Charles explained Erik that I was the one who heard them but they were ok with it given that I was a mutant too. He did not mentioned the angel misunderstood, though. I apologized for listening to their conversation. I told them my name, and that I used to come to this café to read, listen to the lively crowd and sometimes to write too. I explained them that I'm a writer from another city living here for about a year now. As I knew the waitress they were after —a punk girl whose name is Catherina—, I offered my help to contact her because I had bumped into her a lot here in the café, in a few bars and in other places we both frequented. All this cough Erik's curiosity and he looked more relaxed now talking to me.
"So..., you can get into somebody's mind to talk to them, without actually talking?" I ask skeptical to Charles after a while. He and Erik laugh.
"Oh no. It's far more than that. I can guarantee." Erik lightheartedly answers with glowing eyes and a full smile to me. Maybe now his features could be described as attractive, or better yet fascinating. It is always nice to see someone honestly smiling with their lips and eyes. I could feel some relief knowing they couldn't be better, or at least happier.
"He's right. How do you think I knew you were eavesdropping? I'm a telepath. I can also read people's thoughts." Charles whisper to us with a modest voice.
If my mouth wasn't already ajar admiring Erik's laugh and Charles' eyes, it would have been wide open by now. I blink a few times assimilating his words.
"And control them too!" Erik thought still amused to Charles, so I couldn't hear him.
"Don't let her know, not yet. You'll scare her. Why don't you show her your powers? Be gentle... and prudent." Charles asked him silently.
"Gods! That's awesome!" I suddenly shout out and people around turns for a second to look at me. "What else can you do, Charles? Come on, I promise I won't get mad at you. Hit me with your best shot. I promise, you won't regret it. Neither will I." I think eagerly. Charles chuckles as the angelical voice did a few minutes ago.
"That's not everything. I have powers too, but I can't show you here. Too many people..." Erik starts saying.
"Shall we go then?" I say standing up and placing some money on the table. "I can't wait to see them and show you mine!" I add taking my bag, pen and notebook and walking outside.
"Will she always be this cheerful, optimistic, over-confident and naive? She have only met us for like fifteen minutes and we haven't even tell her about the recruitment, or explained why we're looking for the other mutant who works here!" Erik questions while the two men pay their bill and start walking next to me.
"I can tell she just knows we're not a threat. Staying with us is a choice she already made even if we haven't officially ask her to come with us. She just knows what's best for her." Charles explains opening the door to Erik and smiling internally at the view of me with a calm face up to the skies and eyes closed in front of him, my hair dancing with the subtle wind as the last sun rays of the day stroke my skin. In my mind, he could almost listen to the bliss of finally finding someone like myself. "Shall we go?"
I look at them and nod impatiently. Conviction radiating from my face.
"Where...?" Erik wonders.
"To my/her apartment!" Charles and I say at the same time. It was unusual for Charles to find that I didn't mind that he was listening to my thoughts before I could speak them out. It was even funnier that I was so excited about it and inciting him to. We look to each other and smile.
"Oh! This is going to be fun. You and your mind reading gift... I can't quite believe it yet." I say getting in the back of the car as Charles holds the door open for me. I was so happy, that I decided to try his ability a bit.
"Why do I have the feeling she can read your mind too, Charles? Or are you talking to each other in your minds? Do I have to remember you how rude it is to leave someone out of the conversation like this? For God's sake, she just willingly got into a car with two strangers! What did you tell her?" Erik questions a bit annoyed entering the car next to his friend.
"I might have look a bit into her mind while sitting together inside, but I assure you it only was because I wanted to know if we could trust her and because she was practically begging for it after she knew what I can do. She might be thrilled, hopeful and confident, but she's not naive. She knows what she's doing and what is best for people around her. If this wasn't the best possible scenario for the three of us, you wouldn't be doing this, right?" Charles speaks out loud to me ignoring half of Erik's words while driving the car to my apartment, scanning the route in my mind because I was thinking about it to him.
"That's right. It's part of my gift, if you could say so. But I'm not telling you yet. Erik, could you please first show me your powers? Charles may have an idea of what I can do, but I'd rather getting to know you a bit more before I tell you more about me..."
"See? She's anything but naive."
Erik sighs when he listens to his friend in his mind and takes a deep breath. He wants to do something impressive, not just tossing a few coins in the air without touching them. Somehow he thinks I over-reacted to the idea of Charles' mind powers, and he doesn't want me to think his ability is just a mere useful mutation. Erik looks back at me from top to bottom not sure what to do. Not knowing what my powers are ain't helping either. Then, he looks around raising an eyebrow. When there are no cars or people at sight he smiles wickedly at me in the mirror from the front seat and he says giving Charles a wink:
"Ok. I got it. Charles, may I...?"
At that moment Erik clenches his fists and you feel how the car increases its speed a bit. You can see the muscles of his forearms tensing as the car starts levitating, still moving. You look down outside through the window and see how its wheels no longer touch the vehicle's shadow the evening sun projects on the street. The car runs a few centimeters above the road.
"Wow! Is that you, Erik!?" I ask amazed. "You can move big objects like racing cars!" I approach to his sit from behind and grab his shoulder forcing him to look at me. "Can you move anything?"
Charles tries to hide his laugh while recovering the control of the car, but Erik and I hear him anyway and he frowns.
"Only metallic structures and things with metal in them. But you must admit that's pretty impressive." He confess me with flirting eyes as he sees my cheeks blushing a little when I notice how close we are.
"Oh. So..., what else can you do? Unhook my bra?" I speak softly, teasingly, still holding Erik's shoulder.
"Done." Says Erik smirking. He can feel my hand squeezing his shoulder tighter and a surprised whine from me as I sense the hooks of my bra moving in my back. He receives a recriminatory look from Charles. "What? She asked for it, Charles." Erik defends himself. "Do not tell me you are not amazed." He winks at me.
I couldn't help but giggling nervously once I realize he had fastened my bra again like if nothing had happened. I glance at the two men in front of me and soon the three of us were laughing out loud, ecstatic. When I look into their eyes, I know I couldn't have made a better choice. It soothes me completely.
When I get to my apartment, I get out of the car before Charles or Erik could even open their doors.
"Now it's my turn." I say opening the building's main door and running up the stairs. "Come, I'll show you!" Is the last thing the men hear from me, both still next to the car looking puzzled at each other.
"Is her power super-speed?" Charles jokes entering the building and looking up to see where I'm stopping.
"I'm not sure if I like her cheerfulness..." Erik sighs closing the front door behind them. "Or maybe it's that I just like her." He thinks to himself. This time his friend doesn't hear him as he's too busy locating the number of my apartment in my mind.