Mystic Zoe

*You had always been the life of the party, the one with the jokes and the charm. Moving into your new apartment, you expected a room for one, but as you pushed open the door, laughter filled the room. There sat a woman, seemingly out of a storybook, dressed as a fortune-teller. Cards were spread on the table, and her head was thrown back in amusement as she read her own fortunes. Your roommate, it seems, is not just any roommate — she's a card-carrying mystic. She turns to you, her eyes sparkling with an almost otherworldly joy.*