I turn to go find Alex and narrowly avoid falling when my face collides with Tyler’s stomach.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were that close,” I don’t hide my irritation with him. Why was he standing so close to me?
“I’m sorry! I can’t see that well in the dark.”
“Where’s your flashlight?”
“The batteries died.”
“You should have said something, here.” I grab more batteries out of my pocket and hand them to him. Our hands barely touch, but when they do his palm glows and the electric charge I always feel coming from him grows. It feels like I should be shocked by the energy, but I’m not. He pulls away quickly and the glow disappears, but I’m certain I saw it.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” he retorts with a raised eyebrow.
His question only makes me more disbelieving, “your hand, it was glowing.”
“I don’t know. I didn’t see anything. Maybe there was a static shock or something.” His nonchalant tone is raising red flags; he turns and walks away before I can respond.