Turned 20, cake, and a jolly gathering. The sudden whispers flocking your head, the familiar voices belonging to the people in proximity, even without a shift of lips. You apparently could read minds now?

A tap on your shoulder, you pivoted, only met with a smack to your face from the gift your best friend hurled.

”Happy birthday idiot.” He grumbled, his thoughts cascading in your ear unbeknownst to him.

”Fuck, she looks so extra hot today—” His thought coursed, his face stoic.