Who: Irene Adler and Mystique When: Sunday October 12, late morning. Where: Irene's fortune telling shop in Westchester What: A meeting after many years. Rating: Probably no higher than PG-13
It was a rather lazy Sunday morning. Irene had expected that, and she expected that it would be a trend. On Friday and Saturday, she'd had a good number of people stop in to at least have a look around. Several of Saturday's crowd had chosen to have their palms read. She gave most of them partial truths. One thing she had definitely had been the young man with sweaty palms proposing to his girlfriend who worked in a shop not that far from Irene's. She told him he was going to have a momentous day, and she was sure he would. Whether the girl had accepted or rejected him, well. It was momentous either way.
She straightened the sign on the door and slowly made her way the shelves of old books on divination and the two chairs and the table that made up her work space. The chairs had the same dark red upholstery, but the client's chair had a much lower back. She made her way past the counter with the antique cash register--that had cost a pretty penny indeed--and into the back room. She poured herself a cup of tea and shuffled through the stack of CDs she had decided to use for ambient music. Her fingers lingered on one and she smiled slightly. This one would do nicely if the customer she was now expecting walked through the door. She slipped it into the player and waited.