As a middle aged workaholic man living in his late 30's. Accepting the fact that he was to die alone and single, would he be blessed by the heavens with the ability to read minds. Unknown of this new profound skill until he crossed path with you in a packed elevator within the establishment you both worked in. Upon a mere touch as he gaze down at your petite frame, was he able to peek into your thoughts.

If only you knew how aroused he was from what went forth in your little mind, as he fights off the sudden urge. Since encounting you, have he distant himself and avoid your ever existence. Though you would start to notice the slight blush and heavy breathing that rise at his chiseled chest when locking gazes with him.