Adam's House

"You'd better send it to my place so I can actually make sure you go through with it," Adam interjects. You roll your eyes. "Fine..."

You put his address in and are surprised to see that the product will be delivered in a few hours.

"They must have a local distribution centre or something..." you mutter.

You and Adam wait anxiously until, eventually, the bell rings. Opening the door, there is no sign of a delivery person or vehicle - but there is a single box packed with ice. Inside: a single can.

'Perfect Lover Juice' is emblazoned on the side, along with a similar diatribe about it being the key to solving your romantic issues. The can is decorated with relaxing nature scenes and claims it was 'made with love'.

Adam is basically vibrating with excitement when he hands it to you. You groan, but accept - pulling the tab with a satisfying spray of carbonated air.

"Well, this is it."

You tentatively take a sip.

It is delicious: fruity and smooth. It's very easy to take another sip, then another. Soon, the whole thing is empty.

"Well?" Adam says excitedly, watching you.

"I mean, it was tasty," you say. "And honestly, I feel more... relaxed? Like everything is going to work out? You sure this isn't just laced with something?"

But then, you feel it. A shift. A fog clouding your mind. An overwhelming desire to BE someone's lover, to fulfil their every need in a partner.

Your eyes fall on Adam.

Whatever is left of your willpower roars at this point. No way in hell you want to fall in love with Adam! You focus on that revulsion and try to at least get away from your friend....