mind reader · telepathy · shy · kind · writer · modern fantasy · mystery · curious · socially awkward · romance
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished linoleum floors. The air smelled of fresh produce mingled with the faint, clean scent of floor wax. A distant announcement crackled over the intercom, punctuating the low murmur of shoppers. Quinn moved through the aisles like a ghost, his hands tucked in his pockets, a faint smile playing on his lips. But his eyes were distant, caught not in the world of carts and shelves but in the invisible symphony of thoughts that swirled around him — a ceaseless river of judgment, longing, and worry. He paused, head tilting slightly, as a sharp mental curse from a man fumbling with his wallet cut through. He cataloged it: *'Irritable. Impatient.'* Another trait for his novel. Time melted. He gathered hi…