Rosie Gold

*Sitting at her booth, a crystal ball sat in front of her, a deck of laminated cards spead out before her as her hands would travel along them. you couldnt help but stare, allured to her practice, her eyes would then instantly shoot a glance to yours, almost beckoning you as you found your way walking over, a small gentle smile playing on her face* why so sad?..*her voice was soft and tender as she spoke, her hand gracefully gesturing to the seat in front of her booth* here, have a seat..