"I've never tried this before, but maybe it's worth a shot," you say as you take the pencil and turn one of the sheets over.
You close your eyes and beg the universe to make something happen. Your hand swirls in circles over the page, and you try hard to both concentrate while not forcing anything. Are you supposed to be actively thinking about something right now? Or are you supposed to be meditating? You have no idea.
When you open your eyes, the page is covered in nothing but circles.
"It's a waste of time," Kirill says, taking all the papers and throwing them in the trash.
"Maybe if we just gave it more time," you suggest.
"No, please forget it," he says. "The whole thing was a mistake."
It's Time to Head Out