Pokemon Chaos Novels & Stories

"The callus on your middle finger. You spend a lot of time drafting by hand. That, plus the way you're standing – slightly apart from the crowd, observing. You're used to analyzing systems, seeing how things fit together." I gaped at him. "That's... impressive. And a little creepy." He shrugged, unapologetic. "Observation is a useful skill in my line of work." "And what line of work is that?" I asked, curiosity overriding my usual caution. "Now that," he said, leaning in close enough that I could feel his breath on my ear, "would be telling." The music shifted, a pulsing beat that seemed to vibrate through my bones. The man set down his glass and held out a hand. "Dance with me?"