It was riveting to watch the same person who in confidence had stood a bit taller, shrink into the short figure who stood in front of me now.
It felt glorious watching her once proud shoulders sag in a matter of seconds.
"Is there a problem? Does this your intuition not work on you?" I mocked.
I had her exactly where I wanted, entangled at the very center of the web with no escape route in sight.
"Of course, it works on me. Just give me some time" she answered, her right foot tapping on my wooden floors. I doubt she was even aware of the motion.
"Time," I mused, "to do what exactly, to take in your appearance or cook up what to say in the name of 'reading'"
"Neither. My reading offers no room for lying or making things up" she snapped.
"Great, so get on with it, what does your attire say about you?" I asked, leaning forward. I was really going to enjoy this.
