Who: Eden Harper and OPEN What: Eden is out and about, trying to drum up business. When: Saturday, March 28th Where: Seattle street Rating: PG Status: Complete
Eden Harper was not the poster child for a healthy diet. With a Coke in one hand and a large order of french fries in the other, though, she didn't look too different than most teenagers. Besides, she argued with herself, how was a girl supposed to eat healthy when she was living hand-to-mouth? At a boarding school, it was easy to eat according the food pyramid. Meals were paid for, and she only had to select healthy food and a few treats now and then. Out in the world, it was a different story. Of course, she could eat well with her inheritance, but she needed a lawyer to get at her parents' money, to get it away from her aunt and uncle, and lawyers cost money.
Damn system.
She let a stranger hit the button to activate the crosswalk, nodding her thanks as she ate the last of the fries she had and tossed the container into a trashcan on the sidewalk. She hurried across the street, taking another drink of her Coke. Stopping at a mostly forgotten payphone, she dove into her backpack, careful not to let her pack of Tarot cards fall out. She removed her masking tape and a flier, giving her phone number and rates. Really, she knew she was cheap as far as card readers went. Twenty bucks for the first reading, forty after that. Special rates applied for spreads involving more than fifteen cards noted a caveat on the flier.
Eden taped up the flier and put the tape back in her backpack, zipping it up and hauling it back over her shoulder. She stepped back, admiring her flier amongst all the paper advertising bands, lost cats, and other such things.