He pulls out a gun and shoots one bullet and Rosaline’s head and one at mine. We lean different directions at light speed, not looking fazed at all. He seems impressed and throws a plate at me. I catch it and slide it back to him across the table.

“Plates?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“It’s a reflex test,” he responds. “They didn’t teach you to dodge things thrown. They taught you to catch.” I noticed he was talking to Rosaline, who had fallen out of her chair trying to dodge the plate. It took all I had to keep from laughing.

“Rosaline, please,” I say, “you’re embarrasing yourself.”

She scrambles to her feet, blushing fiercely.