The man's reaction confused her more. Had she imagined his eyes were purple? No... no, they had been. The colour had lingered long enough for her to take notice of it after he'd spilled his coffee.
Maybe...
Maybe he just didn't know?
Oh.
Cat's grin vanished as she looked at him, and she set down the packet, not really thinking she deserved a cookie anymore. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, um, weird you out..." She breathed softly, feeling a little bad. This wasn't going well. Not nearly as well as it had gone when Grace had sat down at her table at The Kiln. Then again, Cat had known she was a psychic. So someone suddenly joining her and talking about psychic things hadn't weirded her out. How did you tell someone they were a psychic without causing a panic?
"Well, um, do you know about psychics? People who can do things like, well, it's like magic, but I guess it's not really clear what it is that causes it..." She started to ramble, her nervousness returning. "Like I can move, um, plants and make 'em grow and stuff without, uh, without touching them." Cat studied his expression carefully, hoping she wasn't entirely fucking things up. Should have just asked for his name. Shit, she didn't even know his name!