What’s taking so long?
This is stupid.
Why did she break up with me?
Rhan hunched her shoulders as the chaos of New York’s overcrowded city streets bombarded her already overfilled mind with more sensory input. Every unvoiced thought, text message, and keypad tapped complaint was picked up and absorbed by Rhan’s telepathy. She swallowed thickly. Her heart began to race as another of her chronic panic attacks set in. The shear amount of unwanted information from the human tide threatened to swamp her.
She placed a hand to her temples and rubbed. Then Rhan scrubbed the visor that sat snuggly on her pale face. The odd red covering resembled sunglasses, but in truth, its glassy luminous surface was a part of her body. This unusual growth was the only visible evidence of a deeper unseen mystery.
Her shoulder collided with the arm of a passing business man. His well-trimmed black hair and spotless business suit stood in horribly obvious contrast to Rhan