“Now, where’s the stupid lock on this stupid door?” I ask, trying at the handle with one hand while massaging my temples with the other. “Alexa,” she lets out a small laugh, “I’m only trying to help…”

If her secret was that I had dangerous brain powers, the glare I’m giving her now would blow this car into a thousand little pieces. She reaches over to touch my shoulder but hesitates, deciding toward a button on the center console, unlocking the door just in time for it to swing open, with myself included.

“My name isn’t Alexa!” I shriek, one foot out the door, “It’s Alex, and I don’t need your help!”