Clay sat up as he saw what happened to the old man. No longer was he wrinkly and frail looking, but rather a healthy 25 year old simply sitting on the bus. Even more surprising was that he was wearing a suit and carrying what looked like a laptop. This sparked a fire under him. What had been a pretty shitty day restocking shelves, now had a whole new experience to him. Clay looked down at his phone again and selected the man.
[A 25 year old man is going home from his work.]
It took a second for Clay to really think about anything. He could change so many words in there but his focus was mostly still on man and work. He could easily change it to 'woman,' but that felt a bit bland. Or maybe change it to 'policeman' or 'fireman'. But then there was also work. He could easily change it to 'lover' or 'gym'. That's when he noticed a small timer in the upper right hand corner. It was consistently ticking down to zero.
"What the hell?" Clay thought as he looked over the sentence. "I've only got a minute to change things?" He didn't know the consequences if the sentence expired, but felt like this was too early of a time to let one right now. He quickly decided on something.
[The 25 year old bodybuilder is going home from work.]
"Fuck man..." Clay's mouth hung open as he looked at the 25 year old sitting down where the man had been. Now he looked like a bodybuilder shoved into a suit. His shoulders pressed hard against the sleeves of his jacket and his arms filled them completely. Each time he moved, his clothes stretched uncomfortably. Clay looked down at the screen. [Continue? Y/N] Clay hit, 'Y.'
[The bodybuilder is thinking about the gym.]
Clay felt his heart race a little bit. He wondered just how much this program would allow. Technically in the example, if they changed 85 to 25 then it would be grammatically incorrect. But still his heart raced as he hovered his thumb over the word 'gym' and changed it to 'me.'
[The bodybuilder is thinking about me]
The guy looked over his shoulder at Clay. A smile appeared on his face when they locked eyes. He stood up and sat down in the seat across the aisle from him. "Hey," he said.
"Hey," Clay squeaked. The smile on the other man's face only seemed to broaden.
"I was just thinking about the gym, then I looked back and saw you. Wanna join me?" there was basically a wink and a nod as he said it.
"I.. Uhh... Didn't bring any gym clothes," Clay said.
The man just chuckled at the thought. "Not sure you'll need them," he smiled.
Clay felt himself squirm in the seat. The handsome bodybuilder was really thinking about him. He didn't know what to do.