The fortuneteller raised his head for the first time to look at the Mickey Mouse. "You have a bad temper" He pointed out.
"So I was supposed to just swallow everything you say hook line and sinker?" She asked him in annoyance.
"Then why aren't you leaving?" He asked in return. If she was so unhappy about what he was saying, she could easily leave with no one stopping her.
Mia took off the Mickey Mouse's head. Her face was sweaty and her hair was stuck to her face as a result of the sweat.
"I will leave now. But I want to let you know something. There is nothing like bad luck in my life. I am a very pretty girl and if I want to date anyone, I'll have a line of guys to choose from so, I'll obviously be lucky in my relationship because I'll select carefully. I don't want some Shaman spouting gibberish and laying curses on me"
"I am not a Shaman!" He corrected unhappily before stretching out his hand.
Mia gave him a questioning look. What was she supposed to do with his hand?
