Teach Me? [Sharron/Gale]
@etherealoracle
When he’d set out to build his shop, the fortune teller had already had half his mind on being discreet. The store-front, the menu— he’d been careful at each step to make everything seem just hoax-y enough to slide under radar, should someone nosy come poking in looking to do him harm for doing magic.
Just legitimate enough to sell, and just fake enough to coast on by.
This afternoon he had tasked himself with a whole new level of flying under the radar. He’d asked Sharron to visit him at his new digs, to see the space he’d grown so fond of over the last few weeks he’d been (sort of) able to call himself the owner of. And now, he would have to close it down just enough to not look as though it could be home to a potential magic lesson.
Front door, locked. His open sign, taken down. Even his menu would be put away. As he did one final sweep to be sure everything looked nondescript, he was sure he, and the shop, were ready. All that was left was to wait for his potential instructor— and perhaps to put on a fresh pot of coffee to brew to be able to offer her.
