@illlogic-s event starter: closed for JB
Daniela had promised to hold the spot in the line for the fortune teller booth. Sworn up and down that she wouldn't move, even if the bollards corralled them all like livestock anyway - she swore she wouldn't lose her friends spot. The closer she came to the front of the line, however the more antsy she got. Whatever talent of those manning the booth, Daniela knew was all for show - and lacking, but that didn't change the fact that she didn't want someone to tell her about what might be coming her way. She danced, one foot to the other, eyes searching the crowd for her friend to no avail - instead, doe hues fell upon another. Only two places behind her in line. "This is either a horrible coincidence, or you're still following me... and funnily enough, I can't entirely deny the latter." The people in line between them, obviously annoyed, shuffled their way around Daniela to step further up in line, "Trying to find out what the future holds, JB?"
