Later that night, after finishing her last drink, Faith walked back to the nearby bus shelter, smoking the whole distance. Thanks to the app, she considered the impact the changes had already made on her work colleagues. Paula's personality appeared to adjust after her secret fetish had increased, impacting on her profile. Loading up Paula's profile on the app, Faith could see the other personality traits had increased automatically, in areas such as confidence, assertiveness and charisma. Gone was the shy, quiet office junior, replaced with a vixen, unashamed of her new habit, on the prowl. Faith looked forward to catching up with Paula in the morning, curious to hear how far Paula's exploits had went.
Furthermore, Faith wondered what impact her alterations would have on Karen overnight too, as her older colleague battled with the new addiction, full of guilt over her new habit.
As she approached the bus shelter, Faith noticed there was a girl in her early twenties, sitting on the bench inside, listening to music on her Iphone. On top was a denim jacket, covering the uniform she had been wearing. It appeared the girl had worked in a nearby supermarket, and had just clocked off. Faith spotted her name badge briefly as Hazel. Driven by the need to smoke, Faith stood outside the bus shelter and lit up, feeding her growing cravings. Her body shuddered with joy with each inhalation.
There was a crack of thunder above, and raindrops started to descend atop Faith. As best she could, she struggled to keep the cigarette lit with the sudden flash flood of rain. With her fellow commuter distracted, Faith moved inside and sat at the bench in the bus stop. Luckily, the cigarette still smouldered and she took a double drag to satisfy her increased cravings. After a few moments waiting on the next bus, Faith took out her phone and scanned her messages again.
1 New Message
Faith opened to see a selfie picture of Paula kissing the guy at the club. Faith concluded the changes made a positive impact to Paula, as she looked up to see Hazel sniff and shake her head disapprovingly at her.
"What the fuck? No smoking in this shelter. Take your disgusting habit outside." Hazel moaned.
"Have you seen the rain?" Faith replied, as she tried to hide her cigarette initially.
"Yeah, but that's one of the sacrifices you smokers make to feed your nasty addiction. Get out." Hazel barked, as she adjusted her glasses.