Spark

Date: Tuesday? I don’t know.

Location: On my balcony in Mexico City.

Mood: Ask me once Vanessa finally shuts up.

I met somebody today who shook my world. And not in the way you think. (Stop it. This isn’t a rom-com. Didn’t Ember tell you? I’m rolling my eyes at you through the screen. Hard.)

Yeah, I met a guy. And the only reason I’m writing about it here is…if I say anything about it to Vanessa, she’ll NEVER shut up about how hot he is. That’s not the point. I can’t take that level of giddy tonight.

I was in the metro, trying to figure out how to transfer between the brown and blue lines, and some random guy started following me. Not the first time…anyway, my lightning hummed. I was leading the joker to a quieter corner where I could give him a good jolt without getting myself on the news…

Then he slipped in, silent as freshly fallen snow.

He was a young guy, maybe around my age? American. Tall, blonde. Brown eyes. Nice build. (NEVER tell Vanessa…)

He put his arm around my shoulder for just a second. My lightning crackled under his touch. Not like it ever did with any other human being in the history of ever. And it wasn’t because he was hot. It was because he was…cold.

(Keep reading. You still haven’t gotten to the good part yet.)

The stalker-wannabe scampered off as soon as he saw him. Good for him.

But the good part of the story is…he knew I had lightning. He told me he’d felt it.

I’m not pretending to know what that means. He just chased me down in a metro station in a foreign country, swung his arm around me, and sniffed out my darkest secret in seconds.

Then he froze my water bottle solid in his hands.

We went for coffee. I wasn’t about to let him run off after that…I’ve never met anyone as messed up as me.

So in conclusion, chat? I’m a human lightning rod, and he’s a walking popsicle.

I gotta go. Vanessa is breaking out the ice cream, and I don’t want her to find this blog.

Nos vemos,

Aly