Last Call
@halfalienblood liked for a starter.
As much as Bryn would like to keep taking clients the entirety of the day her spot in the park was one she shared with another busker and they had a very specific schedule set up. It was for everyone’s benefit really, kept any disputes from breaking out and made sure they both got equal access to prime time foot traffic.
Of course, after the shooting the park’s foot traffic had gone down dramatically which was...well, not so good. Thankfully, Bryn’s injury had been minor, and had been taken care of by a very nice young man who, apparently, had also been at the park that day.
It was the lack of foot traffic that had her closing up early, in the process of packing up her old, well-worn tea set and tarot cards when a shadow was thrown over her table. Glancing up from her seat there was an apologetic smile on her lips. “Je suis désolé—” The French slipped out without thinking like it often and she shook her head a bit, sending the feather decorations in her purple hair fluttering. “I’m sorry, if you were wanting a reading I’m just closing up.” Then it occurred to her that perhaps the young man wasn’t there for a reading (she had a surprising amount of people ask her for directions). “Or was there something else I could help you with?”
