Ben Solo, got it. Richie committed it to memory - so many people tended to come and go around the hotel, here one day and disappearing the next in a poof, that it was sometimes hard to keep up with everything. "Nice to meet ya. You've seen me around, huh?" he grinned, one of those smiles that dug into the lines at the corners of his eyes, crinkling them into half-moons. "That sucks. It's not much of a view. But, uh - not too long. Maybe a couple of months? I didn't even know I had this shit until I got here."
Alright, here we go - he shuffled again, the cards a chaotic mess on the table on purpose before he scooped them up and then drew three, setting them face down. He was beginning to notice it more, kind of an energy he felt when he did readings - now it was like stepping into a sauna after being out in the cold, he was surprised there was no steam. "This one's your past - " Richie flipped the card over. "Ten of Swords." Yeah, it looked pretty brutal - a figure lying face down, blades sticking out his back. "It means betrayal. You were...let down by someone, or something. There's a deep wound here. A painful ending."
Cheery, right? Second card flipped over. "Here's your present - it's the Four of Swords and it's like...a rest, sort of. A break from the strife. There's been a resolution, or maybe even some kind of truce," he hummed, pushing his glasses up on his nose before flipping the last card.
"Your future card is the Lovers but like, it doesn't always mean romantic love or boning someone?" Great choice of words, Seer Richie. "It means that you feel comfortable enough to have this raw, open connection with someone. It also means figuring out what you stand for - your beliefs, who you want to be. It's about choice. So, you know - congrats. I didn't draw the death card." That would have put a damper on this.