I took a few minutes to sit and contemplate while I drank my coffee. Eventually, I saw the burly construction worker emerge from the bathroom, his orange vest hanging open over his crew neck and overalls. He left without incident.
Eventually, I found myself staring at the people in the coffee shop and considering what I might do to them. There was the coffee shop girl at the counter, cute, goth, and edgy with piercings. There was a hipster in a leather vest and flannel, stroking his moustache and reading a book. There was also a lady best described as “sketchy,” with sunken dark eyes and frizzled greasy hair.
Hmmm, I considered. What fun could we have here?
My attention focused on the goth chick at the counter. She had these strangely dark and mysterious eyes behind her eye shadow. Her black hair was held back in an aggressively styled ponytail and I could see a barb in her tongue as well as a couple nose rings.
She saw me staring at her and smirked slightly, turning away to busy herself with cleaning.
In the meantime, I considered my infinite options. She had a really nice and shapely ass. Good female figure. A small swell under her apron. I wondered briefly what I could get away with. I felt like experimenting.
Eventually, after a million options played through my head, I settled on something simple.
Silently, almost sweating with anticipation, I wished for the coffee girl’s necklace, a little candy skull pendant, to turn into a pink kitty instead.
Of course it did, instantly and unremarkably blinking into a different shape. I stared for a moment, watching the coffee girl carefully, and she didn’t notice for quite some time.
Finally, she leaned over her counter to wipe it down, and noticed the shimmery pink kitty pendant swaying. Her eyes widened for a split second and she turned away from the front to examine her necklace, carefully turning it in one hand.
She turned around again to serve a newly arrived customer with a clear look of bewilderment on her face. She served some drinks. While she was busy working I wished for the necklace to change back to its original form. Another blink passed and the necklace returned to the candy skull.
The girl saw it flip, her eyes widening in terror. To her credit, she handed off the customer’s drinks without missing a beat. When they left, she stood for a solid minute staring at her necklace in bewildered confusion.
Shaking her head suddenly, I watched as she busied herself. The other two customers left, leaving me sitting at my corner table. The goth girl cleaned tables, giving me an uneasy look, and finally turned to face me. Her look was almost accusing as she stared me down.
“You saw that, didn’t you?” She said in a low voice.
“I did it.” I admitted with a playful smirk.