[ WP ] You possess an ability to turn off one or more of your senses to heighten the others . Today is the day you make a mistake .

My God. She looks so beautiful!. 
 
 All week I have been looking forward to this moment. For an entire week I ’ ve meticulously run through scenario after scenario, covering any foreseeable reality. So far so good. She ’ s here. 
 
 I ’ ve been practising the story we ’ ll tell people when they ask how it all began. It ’ s important to know how magnificent love stories get their starts. Her friends, coworkers, female relatives, and our grandchildren will all no doubt ask to hear my version of events. 
 
 It begins like this: 
 
 I was pissed. The atm was broken again. Every atm in town was broken this time. Every person in town seemed to be trying to deposit their checks or grab some weekend cash, and they were all waiting in line at the bank. As a person who hates crowds and waiting, lines are a nightmare. But I waited. The bank would be closing at 6. Convenient. 
 
 I put everything I had into focusing on the positive parts of the moment, running through a pocket full of lemon drops like a chain smoker burns a pack of cigarettes. Before I knew it I had reached the front of the line without even a moment of eye contact with another customer. Coming out of my stupor I heard “ Next please ” spoken exasperatedly, as if it wasn ’ t the first time the teller had attempted to get my attention. 
 
 “ Sorry ”, I began as I approached the window. “ I… ” 
 
 I remember each moment as if it was all happening now. In the first moment I memorised her face, noticing pores and laugh lines, taking in details that no other man would ever see. My eyes caught her soul. Beautiful. Her nametag branded a name into my brain, Theresa. With a gasp I took in her scent. Beyond a perfume of lavender I found a clean, deep, earthy aroma. A scent that was undeniably warm. The smile in her smell matched the smile I had seen on her face. A lifetime of caresses occupied the moment her hand brushed mine to take my withdrawal slip, fully eclipsing the sandpaperlike dryness of my tongue in my mouth. And then, ignoring all of that, my ears beheld a symphony that would have made Beethoven go incontinent. “ It was a pleasure to serve you. Have a nice day! ” 
 
 I was dumbfounded. Reduced to a stuttering mess I somehow managed a quick “ Thanks ” before running out the door to collect myself. And when I did all I could think about was what a doddering fool I had been. With a conviction I had never felt before I decided to win Theresa ’ s heart. 
 
 And now, exactly one week later, the time has come to begin the rest of our love story. Using an ability I have never told anyone about. I suddenly drop the acuity of four of my senses and focus all of their energy into one supersence. Suddenly a vision of Theresa captivates and consumes my mind. As I move to the top of her queue I study everything I can see. Her emerald eyes are framed with dark mascara. Her cheeks brighten her face with natural pink blush. Glorious midnight-black hair cascades in tight waves past her shoulders to rest on her chenille sweater. 
 
 The next moment she ’ s gone. She collapsed behind the counter. Concerned, I begin to rush forward, giving energy to my other four senses as I move. As my hearing returns I hear shouts. One shout rises above the rest, “ I SAID, EVERYONE DOWN! ” Before I can even process what I ’ ve heard, gunshots begin ringing in my head. Bullets start to collide with the walls. The spray of a machine-gun moves rapidly in my direction. 

