Her father sulked around the hotel room. She slipped her ring off and set it on the dresser. "I'm going out for a bit." She said.
He looked up. "Ghost tours are good ways to find witch doctors."
She nodded her agreement. "I will book one for tonight if I can. In the meantime, I hear there are amazing beignets and coffee are nearby."
She gathered her clothes, "black shirt and red jeans, convenient" she thought.
She changed and headed out the door with a wave to her ghostly father who was staring out the window.
Down to the lobby, across the street dodging a cab and a bicyclist, she reached a café. She took a table outside and ordered. The waiter returned with her beignets and coffee. He paused for a second. "Are you that super hero?"
She looked perplexed. "No, just a regular girl who likes coffee and beignets."
"Oh." He turned and walked away, looking back twice.
"Great now I'm some kind of internet sensation." She muttered into her coffee.
She thought of the Stan Lee comics she'd read as a kid, "great powers great responsibilities."
She was enjoying the first beignet, tearing off pieces, when she heard a rumble and saw dust spill from the side of a building down the street. She looked up and saw it was a bank and two criminal types exiting with bulging duffle bags.
The waiter was standing nearby, mouth agape.
She sighed and got up. Waving her hand the side walk the two stood on turned to ice, they fell atop each other when they tried to run.
She approached them, looking around for police officers. She spotted one down the block running and waving his hand.
She looked down at the robbers. One looked up, sneered and pulled out a pistol. He fired and instinctively she threw up her hands. A wall of heat and flame melted the bullet and the robbers gun.
The cop, nearly out of breath stopped next to her. "You okay, miss?"
She nodded. "They're all yours."
"Thank you for your assistance, miss, what do they call you?"
She didn't hear him, by then she was walking back to the café.
The waiter was waiting for her. "Oh my god, that was awesome!!"
She nodded.
"You're her! You're a super hero!!" He hugged her.
She sighed and pushed him off.
She picked up her cup of coffee. Rather than simply walk away, she took the pen off the bill he had left for her, scribbled "Heat" as a signature.
Then she walked back to the hotel, up to her room, coffee in hand. She called down to room service and ordered an order of beignets and more coffee, "hot and black, don't mess around with it."