I watched Allison's face scrunch up, making the welcoming smile she had been giving a customer turn into a grimace. The customer, a girl with dyed black hair and pale skin that she must have worked very hard to maintain under Orlando's relentless sun, leaned forward. She gave Allison a knowing look and spoke with an air of authority.
"Your third eye is stretching."
Allison frowned. "What?"
"Your third eye," the girl said impatiently. "I don't know why you're here when you should be at home lying in a dark room. You know it can be very dangerous. Accidents happen."
Allison's green eyes narrowed, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Instead she started to explain in detail all the horrible things Allison might do with her careless behavior and what psychic exercises were needed to prevent these accidents.
"So you're saying," Allison said with a toothy smile. "That if I keep standing here, I might accidentally do something to you?"