No need for crystal balls” whispering into his ear. “You’re feelings are well known to me and mine to you. How many years has it been, ten, twelve, since we first met?” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, making him feel loved, wanted, complete in her presence.
They met when he entered her tent. Surprisingly, it was light and fragrant inside, no magic potion bottles, but airs of relaxation and warmth. He wondered if a fortune teller would provide answers. She revealed his past reading the cards, and he, mesmerized by her knowledge.
The rest of the story? Magic.