[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams, Chicago, IL
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I almost want to grab her hand back when she takes it away. The human contact was a welcome feeling that I didn’t realize I had been yearning for, plus her hands were soft. Following her example though, I place my hands on the table, looking down at the mewing cat with a small smile before turning my attention back to Cassiopeia. Now this felt more like the psychic nonsense I had been expecting but her remark about the smoke catches me off guard. Or maybe it was her wink. [i]Set your intentions, Nicholas.[/i] I tell myself, choosing to ignore how the small voice in my head sounded like mom chastising me. 

I swallow the knot in my throat and take the deck of cards from her, dividing the pile in three piles by drawing the bottom card of the deck. Determined to do this equally, I try my best to make each pile the same amount. Once there is no more cards in the deck, I hesitantly look up at Cassiopeia and wait for her next instruction. I take the opportunity to give Wayland more scratches to help with my nerves.