This girl has wicked skills, and happens to have touched me today.
Originally posted on ardent & awkward / in a u s t i n:
When I was twenty-five and realizing for the first time that I didn’t know everything, I saw a palm reader. It didn’t happen on purpose.
It was Valentine’s Day and, like most couples, my Valentine and I made a reservation to sit at a fancy restaurant, wear fancy clothes, and pay a fancy price. Couples’ buzz permeated an over-capacitated room. At each table sat a pair of long gazes, drunk on cheap wine, and sweaty palms that stretched across the table to claimed hands.
Except for one. At a corner table near the bar, sat a woman, but she was not there to eat, and this, she reassured the waiter with a flick of her thin wrist. Only a glass of water and a stack of cards occupied her table. She seemed indifferent to her unclaimed hands.
After consuming my last glass of wine, and…
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