Go ahead and read my fortune
She calmly places the cups onto the tray. Nodding to herself. She balances it on one arm before walking behind the curtain.
Probably to another dimension. He's never actually measured it to be sure, but the curtain looks the exact same size in here as it does in the front room. There's no kettle, stove, or sink in the front either. He knows for sure that this building is the exact same as all the others around it-a long rectangle, with a door at the front, and maybe a window.
He gets up from the chair, and lightly steps over the square table in the sits, knowing, but not noticing that she's somehow back and seated before he walked across half of the room.
She shuffles her tarot deck, the hand-painted details flashing through. The lays them out in a pattern only she understands, not following the lines. Her eyes are shut, her lips are moving with some silent conversation.
Or she could be counting cards.
She flipped the middle card up. They both gasped.
It was blank. Completely blank, pristinely white with no trace of there ever having been color.
"This...Zexion, the fates are stirring. Something, is happening. I don't think we- Oh, alright fine then. Grumpy grouch anyways."
He hadn't said anything. She was looking at, speaking with something behind her eyelids.