“Can you please just stand still for one minute?” I pleaded, already feeling dizzy from watching Samantha pace back and forth like a caged wolf.

“Are you joking with me right now?” She snapped, hitting one hand over the other. “I just spent the last hour explaining what this thing on my forehead means, and all you can say is 'stand still'?"

“Uh-huh,” I muttered, pressing my lips together.

She stopped pacing and turned to me, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You weren't listening, were you?"

I grinned sheepishly. “I was actually… But you were talking so fast that I might have missed some important points."

“You know what?" she shook...