he goes home.

Before leaving the café, he opened the app again and typed

"What if I could control time as well as the flow of time".

"What if my bank balance never dropped below €100 million."

This should also get rid of his money worries. And also no longer have a time problem. He had to grin involuntarily.

To test all the fun, he stopped the time. It immediately became quiet around him, nothing and nobody moved anymore.

So, that seemed to work. Then he added another rule

"What if I could teleport everything and everyone."

He let time go on and left the café. He turned down a nearly empty street and teleported to his apartment.

So, this app could give you superpowers, too. Only he definitely didn't want to be a superhero, rather he wanted to be a villain. He had always adhered to norms until now, but this was over. Now it was his time.

He was torn from his thoughts when someone rang the doorbell of his apartment.

He stopped the time, who could that be. Carl opened the door and saw his landlady at the door.

His landlady, was named Ina Still, she was about mid-30's and about 1.65 m tall. She had long brown hair as well as brown eyes. She was slim and athletic and was one of those women that few men would push off the edge of the bed.

The only problem was that she treated every tenant from above.

He closed the door before letting time tick on to open it again. He wanted to wait and see what she wanted from him first.

"I'm glad you're here, Lord Taylor, even if it does confirm the rumors for me."

"Hello Ms. Still, what rumors and what can I do for you?"

"Well, it's rumored that you had lost your job, I just wanted to make sure that wasn't the case. And I also wanted to inform them that the utilities are going to go up."

She wanted to know that, too, just so she could start looking for potential buyers for the apartment now. He stopped the time again and wondered what he could do with the pretty woman. He picked up his book and wrote

"What if I could read minds when I wanted to".

"What if Ina Still my landlady has to accept any deal I propose to her, no matter what it looks like".

Then he let time go on again and answered her

"Yes, that's right, I don't work anymore, but you don't have to worry about that, I will still be able to afford the apartment."

"How is he going to pay for that? He's never put aside enough money in his life to afford the apartment! Unless his family helps him out, why do I always only have losers like him as tenants, maybe I should leave the house for building after all, for that, I just have to talk to Dad about it."

Could he hear her thoughts.

"If they come in, I can make them a coffee, then we can talk about it in peace," he told her.

"Actually, I would refuse, but you know..." She answered him while she made a face and then went into the apartment.

When she was inside, he played dumb and replied, "What else do you want me to know? It's not exactly my day today, lost my job this morning and then came straight back home."

"He doesn't get anything either, is he that stupid or is he just messing with me now? But I have to tell him either way," she thought to herself before telling him that she has to take any deal he proposes to her.

He raised an eyebrow, but then went with her to the kitchen to make the coffee. While he was making the coffee, she stopped in the doorway and looked around. "At least he keeps the place up to snuff" it went through her mind.

He put the two cups of coffee on the table, offered her to take a seat, and sat down at the table himself.

"So you have to take any deal I offer you?"

She rolled her eyes, nodded slowly, but just wondered if he was really that slow on the uptake.

He had to grin inwardly.

"Mhh, so if I tell you that I offered them one euro for letting me live here in this apartment for the rest of my life, you have to agree?"

She snapped her eyes open and almost choked on her coffee, nodding again.

"Good to know, so here you get one euro from me and in return, I get her phone number, and you come by my place anytime I order you here." He took out his wallet and gave her the one euro.

"That's a real shitty deal," she said, then took the euro and gave him your number."