Him: How does it work?
Her: It's a bit complicated. I don't exactly see what the future has in store for people.
[She paused and looked down at her gloveless entwined fingers.]
Her: What I see is the moments and events that the person and I share. In some cases, depending on personalities and compatibility that may be quite a lot. But more often than not the relationship is superficial. More acquaintance than friend. So while I can see a potential future if my path and theirs continued to cross, I don't see everything. I'm not sure that makes sense, but I'm not sure how else to explain it.
Him: So is it possible for you to see and feel nothing. If you have nothing in common with the other person and you would never be friends, might you not see anything at all.
[She sighed and shook her head.]
Her: If only it were that simple. I always feel and see something. Sometimes it is quicker than others. But I the experience is very out of body and overwhelming. It is just easier to avoid touch. Besides those I most would want to get close to are the ones who will provide the most fodder for my gift.
[She stood up and walked toward the middle of the room away from him.]
Him: That must be hard.
[He stared at her until she turned around. She met his gaze and shrugged in reply. He looked off to the side as though he were thinking. He turned back as the thought took hold.]
Him: You had a boyfriend.
Her: I believe we covered that.
Him: What about sex?
[She stared at him for a moment. She jaw obviously tensed as she grated her teeth together. She took a visible breath and looked at the clock on the wall. She pulled her gloves from her pocket and begins to put them on.]
Her: It's late. I think it is time we call this quits.
[He watched her for a minute, opening his mouth as though to argue. He stopped, shut his mouth, shook his head and stood.]
Him: Okay, I'll see you...
[She shook her head and interrupted him.]
Her: I think it would be best to call things quits completely. It has already been two sessions and I really can't continue to waste time.
Him: Look I promise next time...
Her: This is best. Have a good evening.
[She turned abruptly and walked out of the room.]