[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams, Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b] Boyish Charm[/center]
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I hop off my [url= https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTXP5R32GzOgH6cDsmWEM3RmyrTIObV_zaLlQ&usqp=CAU]bike[/url] and take off my helmet, using my free hand to fluff my hair off my sweaty forehead. I don’t know what I expected a psychic shop to look like, but cute and quaint weren’t on the list of adjectives I thought I would use. Using a thing tree off the side of the shop, I chain up my bike and helmet.

[i]This is crazy,[/i] I think to myself while staring at the path leading to the front door. [i]I shouldn’t be here.[/i] I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans and try to shake my nerves off. I had tried doing things rationally all week and it was getting me nowhere. I clench and unclench my fits as I will my legs to move, taking slow steps to the door of the shop. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up while goosebumps started to rise on my arms, my left hand reaching for the door handle. I looked down at it and noticed it was shaking. My hand would not move as my body froze in place in some sort of fight or flight mode. Swallowing hard, I force myself to grab the handle and open the door, setting off a chime of a bell. 

The inside of the shop was cozy, plants adorning much of the room. Somehow, they settled my nerves a little bit. [color=F0A06B]“He-“[/color] My voice cracks and I wince before clearing my throat. [color=F0A06B]“Hello?”[/color] I call out as I look around the shop, noticing little details everywhere.