I should have questioned which deities we would be contacting so that the best time would be at dawn. However, I couldn't even formulate a sentence anymore without having to think deeply about it. I was tired, but curious, and I was nervous to know that I woke up in less than four hours and that I would work all day tired and in a bad mood.If someone asked me the reason for the even more marked dark circles, or for the constant yawns during the day, I would have to think of a good excuse. Because society was not very prepared to deal with harmless Tarot consultations. I didn't know how I should deal with that and how I could tell someone. Then I would keep it a secret."On the other hand," Izabel continued, touching a finger on the letter of a dog and a man. "There is someone who has a deep affection for you, and for what seems to be a man from your past. It's not someone new. And this same man appears again on his way to make things better. But it's not in the loving sense. The last

This time I didn't give her any chance to speak again. I closed my notebook and walked away from it as if it were a living creature, throwing it on the bed and shrinking in the covers. I was in a small state of shock. And I tried to convince myself that it was just nonsense. Gypsies said what we wanted to hear. Surely she understood that my story with my ex was an unfinished subject and turned everything into a disaster game. Everything was fine. I just needed to distract my head and not think about men, letters and destiny.But I couldn't stop thinking about Izabel's words. I couldn't stop visualizing the letters in my mind as I closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep. I could only think of that damn man and the dog on the deck, besides that bath of petals to be able to leave a man at my feet. The man who was coming to leave me in ruins and the friend who would come to lift me up again. I didn't know if I should believe Izabel's words one hundred percent. Not least because, even though I was

And, despite the positivity that I was trying to keep as my daily mantra, helping in the replacement of products was one of the activities where one had to have the most patience, not only because of the customers, but for the products that usually needed a greater force to stay in place. And I had already had complicated experiences when I was assigned to the sector.There was a time when I broke a glass of sauce, and the thing came out rolling under the shelves of all sectors making the biggest mess when splashing against the white floor. In another, after being forced to clean the sector they called the Bazaar "despite being another area where they threw everything that no one knew in which corridor it belonged", I accidentally, or maybe not, broke some glasses. As the sector was not mine, the damage fell on Laura's back. But, even knowing that any mistake of mine would also be yours, she still insisted on giving me tasks that were not part of what I was hired to do.With pure ill

And I swear to all the saints that the floor looked liquid when he passed to my side and seemed to offer me an even wider smile when he bent down "I was not so sure about the smile because of the white mask he wore" and then choose an olive oil straight from the box, which I held with trembling hands and which they grabbed so tightly on the cardboard that he evenExtra virgin olive oil was Flynn Ashton's favorite, and I observed when he chose a bag of seasoning ready for meat and went out the aisle, probably in his normal shopping routine. Before he turned the corner of the hallway, he threw a look over his shoulders, and caught me still looking. However, I could not say if he was still smiling, because he quickly disappeared from the reach of my vision."A little more and you burn," Jordana pointed out, snapping a finger in front of my face. " But I totally understand, my friend. I wish I had a Greek God like that to call my own.”I cast an ugly look at her, but she didn't notice, sh

"The problem is that every time I meet a guy, we have three or four dates and then he just disappears. "I vented, putting the glass with a vodka shake on the table. My vision was already starting to get blurry at that time, and my voice sounded engrossed. On normal occasions, I would never drink in front of other people, because I didn't admit to being vulnerable in front of anyone. However, the three women around me offered me kind and languid smiles, so I could not refuse to drink and laugh with them. Because I needed a little normality, or I would end up freaking out for good. "Guys, I'll never understand that rotten finger of mine!”Luciana choked as she tried to laugh and drink beer at the same time, spooking a few small drops of the liquid against Alice, who was by her side. Her face turned completely red when she recovered enough to speak again."I think the problem is that you focus too much on one guy, Tas.”I reflected for a moment. Wanting to find my seriousness as Alice gr