"One large dark roast," Victor said, his voice dropping an octave lower than intended. He realized he was leaning over the counter far too much.
"The view is that way," she laughed, pointing toward the city lights. "I disagree," he replied. "One large dark roast," Victor said, his voice
Victor felt the spark of the trait ignite. His pulse quickened. He could feel himself becoming more charismatic, more intense, but also more vulnerable to his own impulses. "I disagree," he replied
As the day went on, the "Horny" trait acted like a lens that turned the world high-definition. A breeze against his neck felt like a caress; the rhythmic clicking of his coworker’s pen sounded like a heartbeat. He could feel himself becoming more charismatic, more
Victor was a man of many talents, but his newest "gift" was becoming a curse. Since he’d developed what his friends jokingly called the "Perpetual Hunger," his life had turned into a series of awkward encounters and missed social cues.
Finally, a woman named Chloe joined him. "Hiding from the crowd?" she asked, her shoulder brushing his.