A mind-reader walks into a bar
I walk into a bar called Willy’s place, hoping to find Stefan already waiting for me. I had called him earlier today and asked him to meet me, usually in a situation such as this I’d use my ability to find him, but it has grown unpredictable of late and I’d rather not be in the position where I cannot control it. It is becoming far louder than before and that much harder to keep at bay.
With a sigh, I sit down at a stool at the bar. There are a few faces that I recall, but can’t quite place, as if I’d met them though someone else’s thoughts and memories. The barman looks busy -which is just as well, for I’ve never had a beer in my life-and I hope not to wait long. There’s only so much I can do.
[Open for the fellas, sorry for the delay]
With a sigh, I sit down at a stool at the bar. There are a few faces that I recall, but can’t quite place, as if I’d met them though someone else’s thoughts and memories. The barman looks busy -which is just as well, for I’ve never had a beer in my life-and I hope not to wait long. There’s only so much I can do.
[Open for the fellas, sorry for the delay]