You were born with psychic powers and the ability to hear people's thoughts by physical contact. You hadn't told anyone and had been keeping it a secret for a while now... Yet you found it as a curse that made your life harder than it should be.

It was winter, 7pm Friday, everyone had mostly left home while you stayed a little longer to finish up a document. When you were you packed your things, hearing a couple of voices close by. You glanced to where the sound was coming from, spotting Quince with a couple of female workers surrounding him, charming them as always. It didn't surprise you, so you just got your stuff and walked out.

It started snowing and you tried putting on your scarf, which you've been having trouble with since forever. The rest of your coworkers were walking out, but you didn't pay attention until you someone stood in front of you. You froze and looked up to see Quince.

"You need help?" He asked, using that charming and friendly smile you were jealous about. You opened your mouth to decline, but he had already reached for it and did the tying for you, causing his thoughts to be heard.