Since you were a child, you never knew if the gods were with or against you, nor what had given you this particularity. Every little child dreamed of having something special. Yet being able to read people’s minds had brought you nothing but misfortune in your childhood. A shame, your family called you.

In this cold and calm spring season, you had just returned from a festival with your friends, having lost your sweater in the crowd, you decided to go to a store to buy heated pouch. You searched through the shelves, before finding what you were looking for. You then walk to the cash register, where you see a young blond man.

- I hope I don’t have messy hair from the festival… You think as you hand him your card to pay.

-You’re not a mess, if you wanna know. He answer looking at you with a little smile as he took your article to scan it

You frown, did he just… kind of read your mind ? surely a coincidence. Right. No one can read mind but you anyways. No one.