Look out the window

There are too many choices. Trying to come to a decision, you look out the window for some inspiration. In the plaza across the street you see a college age girl, tapping away at her phone. Nearby, you see a similarly aged boy pacing behind some bushes, occasionally peeking out at the girl. Your curiosity piqued, you fly down to see what’s going on.

Getting closer to the boy, you hear him talking to himself in between glances at the girl.

“C’mon Drake, you can do this,” he says, lightly slapping himself in the face. “It’s just a date; nothing special. You know Phoebe; you’ve been friends forever. This won’t be anything different than what you normally do. Just the first date...” he trails off before continuing to pace again.

This looks interesting. You should “help” this relationship along.

Leaving Drake to his thoughts, you walk over to Phoebe. She’s an Asian girl; slim, average height, long dark hair, C-cup breasts. Cute in a “girl next door” sort of way.

The voice said that you would need to order people to acknowledge you before you could make them do things with/to you. You prod Phoebe a few times to make sure that she doesn't notice you, but she continues to look at her phone.

“Hey… uh… pay attention to me?” you try. She pauses, her mind registering the order, then looks up at you. Her eyes widen and she lets out a piercing shriek, dropping her phone. You glance around at the other people in the plaza. Nobody else reacts to your presence or Phoebe’s terror at your “sudden” appearance. It seems when you get someone’s attention, their reactions to you (and probably their interactions with you) are included under the red orb’s domain of nonexistence.

“Where did you come from?!” she screams at you, backing away.

“Calm down,” you say while picking up her phone and offering it to her. “I did not just appear out of nowhere; I walked up to you normally,” you continue. Phoebe instantly calms down and accepts the phone.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” Phoebe says. “I must not have been paying attention. You wanted to speak with me?”

“That’s perfectly alright. People have told me that I’m hard to notice,” you say, chuckling to yourself. “I thought you were waiting for us, or did Drake not mention me?”

“No, Drake hasn’t mentioned you. I was only waiting for him,” Phoebe says, looking confused.

“I see; he must have wanted to keep it a surprise. I’m John Doe, one of Drake’s friends. My job involves joining couples on outings to improve their relationship. He asked me to join you so that I could help you two get off to a good start. I’m sure that you have no problem with this?”

Phoebe claps her hands together, delighted. “That’s so sweet of him! Of course, I’m alright with you joining us on our first date. Anything to make it go well.”

“Good to hear. Now, I want to clarify something,” you say, making sure that you have her full attention. “Some of the things that I’m going to ask you to do might make you embarrassed or uncomfortable. You’re going to have to trust me and do everything that I ask, no matter how you feel. Understand? It’s all for the good of your relationship with Drake.”

“Anything to make it go well,” she repeats. “Drake and I have been friends forever. I’d do anything to bring our relationship to the next level.”

“I like that attitude!” you exclaim. Rubbing your hands together, you pause to think of what you would like to do first. “Ok. First, you need to show me your breasts.”

Phoebe starts blushing profusely. “What? Here?”

“Remember Phoebe; everything I do is for your relationship with Drake," you assure her, glad that your implied order allows her to be embarrassed. “It’s alright to feel embarrassed, but you need to do what I say without question.”

Slowly, still blushing, Phoebe raises her hands to the collar of her sundress. As she grabs it, you nod encouragingly at her, all the while getting harder from her embarrassment. She jerks her collar down, probably wishing to get it over with quickly. You admire her tits in the sun, especially the way her blush spreads across her skin. As you start fondling her, Phoebe flinches at your touch. They aren’t huge but they’re firm. You experimentally tweak her nipple, but besides squeaking, she doesn’t do anything.

You turn as you hear footsteps behind you. Seeing Drake approach, you briefly panic, but he doesn’t acknowledge your existence or that you are groping his new girlfriends exposed breasts.

“Phoebe, sorry to keep you waiting," he says, slightly out of breath. “I just got here. Have you been waiting long?”

“No, I got here not too long ago too," Phoebe says. “You shouldn’t have kept John a secret from me. I think it’s a great idea bringing him along.”

“Thanks,” Drake says vaguely. You stop groping Phoebe and turn to look at him completely. How could he respond to something Phoebe said about you?

“Drake, repeat what Phoebe just said to you," you order him. You glance at Phoebe, but she appears to have not heard. You weren’t speaking quietly, so this must also be covered under nonexistence; If you don’t specifically point it out, people who are aware of you don’t notice you interacting with unaware people. Presumably, if you wanted, you could order Phoebe to notice that Drake doesn’t notice you.

“Phoebe said ‘You have a really nice shirt,’” Drake says to no one in particular. You marvel at how your powers work. To make sure, you turn to Phoebe again. “Phoebe, why don’t you ask Drake about how we met?”

“That sounds interesting," she agrees. “Drake, how did you meet John?” Drake proceeds to tell a tale involving a bar fight, a circus dog, a one man band, and twelve gallons of butter. Besides the fact that until today you’d never met him before, you think you would have remembered a story that fantastic.

“Drake, who did Phoebe ask you about?” you ask him, genuinely curious.

“Phoebe asked about how I met my friend, Levi," he says. So, if an aware person speaks about you to an unaware person, then they will hear something that will prompt a response that would be appropriate if they were aware of you.

“Do you want to get going?” Drake says, interrupting your thoughts.

Phoebe looks over at you. “What do you think? Should we go?”

Leaving might be a good idea. No matter where Drake wants to go, you could have lots of fun with Phoebe. Or, you could stay and test out your powers a bit more. Knowledge is power after all. Especially knowledge about power.