Bastien grunted.
"You've got a point there. At least lose some of the hair. These suburban types go for boring and practical."
"Yeah, but I'm not suburban. I'm your hipper, more stylish—"
Someone knocked at my door. He glanced at me questioningly.
"Oh! It's Gabriel."
I changed back to my normal body, and Bastien did the same. I opened the door.
Gabriel Loftbrok, best-selling author and professional introvert, stood outside my apartment. Clad in a Frogger T- shirt and corduroy jacket, he seemed to have forgotten to brush his hair again.
It was messy and brown with a faint coppery cast, mirrored in the perpetual five o'clock shadow across his lower face. His lips turned up in a smile upon seeing me, and I couldn't help but briefly ponder how soft and kissable they looked.
"Hey," I said looking so odd.
"Hey, I repeat"
