Tea Leaves

[Abbigale Raven]

"Oh! I give up trying anymore! You obviously don't even care!"

Abbigale Jinxx slammed the door to her house as she left. She was sick of this, sick of it all. She was trying, she tried, she'd tried for weeks, but she was getting nothing and he wasn't even trying to meet her half way. Abby was single-handedly keeping this relationship going and frankly, she was just tired. There was no other word for it, tired. Abby and Jasper had been fighting for weeks on end. She wasn't even sure what they had been fighting about, but there was always something. Jasper didn't want another child, she got that, fair enough, but there was something else that she wasn't seeing. Why had he never introduced her to his parents, what was with his "secret life" and why did Austiin know more about him then she did. Merlin! Abby was married to him! She initiated everything between them! She even hinted for four months about marriage before he made a move and it wasn't without her say so first! There was nothing romantic about it, basically just a "Hey Abs, i was thinking that maybe" and then that was it! Merlin! How did things even get like this? Abby wiped at the tears streaming down her face in pools, messing up her make-up as she did so. She knew without even looking that she had panda'd her mascara, it was what happened when she cried and had thought about waterproofing it. After all, she hadn't exactly expected to walk into an argument the moment she got home! She had been expecting to come home, collect her children from her brothers house and then have a lovely dinner with her family, but apparently Jasper had another idea completely. "Argh! I just don't get it!" Maybe he was testing her? Maybe he was trying to prove a point, but whatever it was, she had no idea what was going through his head, there was no point even trying!

Trudging into the only place she could think of that would even remotely make her feel better. This place never failed to make her feel better when she was sad. When she entered, she suddenly remembered the sort of place this was and realised that she looked quite out of place. She shook her head and was about to walk right back out when she caught sight of the owner who smiled at her and waved her in. Abby smiled thankfully towards her before hiding her face in her hands and walking over to her usual table. She didn't even need to order a coffee because she was a regular and they knew what she would want. Even in this kind of mood she never deviated from her normal routine, it was a sort of coping mechanism, this way she was able to do what she needed to do, even on autopilot. Looking up she smiled at the waitress that bought her, her caramel swirled coffee and took a sip, yelping slightly when she burnt her tongue. She sighed and pushed it away from her a little so that she could let it cool down, but apart from that, there was no more comforting things for her. More tears streamed down her face as she finally thought of the possibility that this marriage was no longer going to work. She was going to have to get a divorce.​

 

[Cirino Raven]

Ciro had been in New Zealand forsome months now, and was quite enjoying himself. New Zealand was far less crowded than Italy, especially the magical areas. And the accents! They were magnifico! He loved it. The only thing about New Zealand that upset him in any way was the weather. It was rather different, and he often found himself with the sniffles. Nothing a potion couldn't fix, but constantly brewing was a bother that the Raven was not intending to continue. He expected his stay in New Zealand to be permanent, since Italy had become too small for him. He loved his family, and always would, but they were becoming overbearing because of his age. Thirty was such a small number, to the wizard's eyes. He would live for many, many more decades. Just because Gabrian was already thinking of serious relationships did not mean that Ciro was going to hunt down a nice pureblood girl and marry her for the sake of his mother. At the rate of Gabrian's 'habits', the blonde will be married and becoming the favourite of the family in no time. Well, Ciro was not going to stand for that. The man needed space, and he needed to let his family know that he fully intended to marry a nice girl, once he found one. However, not being one to search the planet for anything, the pure blood was content in waiting for his future wife. Unless the 'big' '3' '0' came around, then he'd really need to knuckle down, otherwise Gabrian has won. And by Merlin would that make Ciro's blood boil. He loved his brother, but knew full well that if Gabrian became the favourite, he would never find peace.

Ciro entered a rather nice little café of sorts, and made a quick observation of the people inside. They all seem rather well dressed, and calm. A strong reminder of home indeed, which was why he had been coming here at least once a day his entire stay. However, his blue eyes stopped when they spotted a blonde woman, who was rather out of place indeed. He had been surprised at this, since he had never seen such a scene in the shop before. The Italian walked to the counter, and politely asked for access behind said counter, in order to make a special type of tea. Ciro loved tessomancy, ever since he looked into the subject as a boy. He brewed some lemon tea for himself, and a special cup for his unnamed, hopeful-future companion. There were few others in the room, and he found himself curious of the woman's situation. Nothing a nice, soothing cup of tea couldn't fix. Nodding his thanks, Ciro approached the table, and placed the tea beside the beautiful woman, who seemed intent on hiding her face from view - presumably to stop others from seeing the absurd amount of make-up trailing down her face in the most unflattering manner. "I suggest you try some tea, Signora. I believe it will help." He smiled at her charmingly, and then gestured to the chair. "May I sit? My name is Ciro Augustus Raven."
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[Abbigale Raven]

Abby was able to see out of the window as she kept her face hidden behind a menu. She wasn't even sure why she had come in here. After all, she didn't really want people to see her like this, she was a lady, this was bad form. Normally she would be wearing a dress or a skirt and blouse, or even pants and a blouse but she just hadn't really thought about it. She'd simply left and now she was out on the town in her house clothes and messy make-up. Her hair was okay which was her only redeeming quality right now. She could see people walking past, couples, husbands and wives, children. She sighed, she was being ridiculous. This was ridiculous. She was just going to have to suck it up, drink her coffee and be done with it, pick up her kids and just do it. As she was about to turn back to grab her coffee, she was startled by someone placing a cup of tea beside her and then speaking to her. The accent was Italian she was quite sure, though she had not heard much Italian in her life, she was American after all and she had not done much travelling in her time. The accent was very thick however and not hard to miss. Because of this she decided to look up for a second just see who it was but immediately hid her face again. She was not decent! She turned back to the window, which could only be seen out of and not in. She shook her head at the man's request. "Oh, no. Please leave me alone, I'm not decent! I shouldn't even have come in here." She told him. She didn't normally look like this, she was crazy. What was she thinking. Well, that was just it, wasn't it, she wasn't thinking was she? That was her problem, she was impulsive when she was angry and tired. Which she was feeling both right now, so surely she had received a double dose of crazy.

She sighed and shook her head. She couldn't very well leave the man just standing there, that was rude and she was nothing if not polite. He had only been standing there for a few moments, but to here it felt like hours. She looked towards him and gestured to the chair, "If you still want to join me, you are quite welcome. I'm... more then sorry for before." She said, still attempting to cover as much of her face as was possible. She looked down at the tea and moved it in front of her. Taking a sip she pursed her lips in thought. It was kind of bitter and sweet at the same time. It was strange, but she was surprised to find that she actually liked it. "I'm Abbigale Jinxx. Abby for short if that would suit you more." She told him. Then she frowned. Did she not have a Raven in her class at Hogwarts. She was almost positive that he was also Italian, maybe this man was of some sort of relation? "I apologise for this, but, do you have a son... or a brother or other sort of relative up at the school?" She asked, hoping she wasn't being improper at all. She was all ready oozing impropriety as it was, she didn't need to totally become it too.
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[Cirino Raven]

Ciro tilted his head slightly and managed to stop his smile before it grew too much. The woman was worried about decency, yet she was sitting in a café which would certainly garner upper-class customers in an outfit she herself deemed 'not decent'. It was rather absurd, in a humorous and sweet way. Waiting for the woman to seem to gather herself, Ciro sipped his tea silently, and sat the cup in his saucer as she once again addressed him. She seemed calmer now, though still dishevelled. That was to be expected, one would think, since her entire dress was one of bizarre stress. He smiled. "That is quite alright. I did appear to burst your solitude as one might burst a bubble. There was no harm." He plucked a serviette from the neighbouring unoccupied table and placed it beside her tea for her to use to wipe her face, before sitting across from her. He hid his smile behind his cup of tea, pretending to smell the aroma, as she once again appeared to be hiding her face. It was much too late, he was afraid. He had seen a great majority of it, enough to effectively identify it if he were to see for it again. He observed her drinking the tea, and nodded subtly as she seemed to enjoy it enough to not spit it out. Tea used for reading was rarely distasteful, he found. That was something his tutor had stated, and quite rightly. Ciro himself had not found a person who did not like the tea served for readings. He once again returned his cup to his saucer as he learned this stranger's name. "Abbigale Jinxx, and interesting name." He had never heard of the name 'Jinxx' as a last name before, or a first name for that matter. The only 'Jinxx' he knew that was the name of someone was a family friend, who was named as such simple because she was incredibly unlucky.

Admittedly, the Raven was startled by the questioned posed to him, since he was still rather foreign to the country and currently there were only two other Raven's anywhere near the place - both being boys attending school. Two more were sure to join them, but it still stood. He could not see how Abbigale would know anyone of his family, without him being able to at least place a face to her name. "As it happens, if you speak of the local school, while I do not have a son, I do have two young brother's attending it. Jeremiah and Dante." He explained. As he thought of possible ways for her to know them, he realised that it was entirely possible that she worked at the school. It was off-season as far as he knew. "It is safe to assume that you work at the school?" He sipped his tea, and then inclined his head to her cup of tea. "Please tell me when it gets to about one teaspoon of liquid."
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[Abbigale Raven]

Still hidden behind her menu, Abby couldn't help but to smile at the strange way in which the man spoke. She hadn't heard such formalisation before, but perhaps it was because English was his second language? She was pretty sure that if she spoke another language, she would be much like he is now. She took another sip of the tea. Even though it was bitter, she definitely couldn't say that she didn't like it. Perhaps it was an acquired taste, like coffee, which brought her back to her own cup of coffee sitting alone on the table in front of her. After all, she had all but replaced it with this rather interesting tasting tea. She wondered what she was going to do with her coffee now, but shook her head when she realised that it was a silly thing to dwell on. She shrugged slightly when Ciro mentioned that her name was interesting. She expected that he meant her last name as her first name, Abby, was not really all that special to be perfectly honest. "Ah, I can't really tell you too much about it. It's not my birth name. I don't really think it is my husband's birth name either." She told him, her voice growing slightly harsher at them mention of her "husband". Maybe if he acted more like a husband, they wouldn't even be in this mess. Was her marriage even legal? After all, as she had recently discovered, Jinxx, was not Jasper's real name, so what did that say for the status of her marriage? A relationship built on a lie... was that really even a relationship at all? She ground her teeth slightly, trying as best she could to hide it from her companion. She hated lying, Jasper knew that, but apparently that meant little to him. Well, screw him then.

Abby looked back at Ciro, taking another sip of her tea, as he mentioned having two younger brothers in Hogwarts. She smiled slightly at the mention of one Jeremiah Raven. She knew him well enough. He was a quiet kid, but he was one of her better ones. She was looking forward to teaching him again when school resumed. She had not known about a younger brother, but she was happy that there was one and now that she thought about it, it made a lot of sense that there would be more. Abby herself didn't have a very big family, but she knew a lot of Pure blood families that did. She nodded at his next question, now having given up hiding her face. As she figured, he'd already seen it and he had not run away, so that was a good sign, thought maybe she would go and clean herself up a little later. "That would be a fair assumption, yes. I have Jeremiah in my Muggle Studies class. He's a bright kid. Always willing to learn, though he can get distracted by another student in the class." She shook her head slightly, taking another sip of the tea. "But I tend to stay out of student politics." This was a blatant lie, but it was a harmless one. She was a little bit of a hypocrite right now, but she was a bad liar, so he'd probably be able to tell anyway. She was always sticking her nose into her students business. Shipping her students together was a favourite pastime of hers and a few of the other professors. Not that she would ever admit it however. She grabbed the serviette next to her, that she had not noticed until right now, and looked down at it. "I might just go and clean up a little." She left to go to the ladies.

After five minutes or so, Abby returned from the bathroom, her make-up was gone, replaced with only a light spattering of make-up that she'd had tucked in her pocket. She sat back across from her new acquaintance and continued to sip her tea. She raised her eyebrow at his statement and looked up at him curiously. "Do you read tea leaves?" She had them read once, Elvera did it for all the Professors. Abby had never really paid much mind to most Divination, but she rather liked tea leaves. It was more of an art form she thought and she often wondered how ones tea leaves could reveal a possible future. Like some people's horoscopes. She usually felt that horoscopes were ridiculous, but every so often, in fact very rarely, they were right. Though she supposed if you believed hard enough and kept them going, they were bound to be right for someone at some point. Though she didn't believe it was some cosmic intervention.
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[Cirino Raven]

It was amazing what a smile could do. Already Abbigale looked considerably better than she had before, even with the make up and ear stains. His eyes glanced at her left hand, searching for a ring. To his surprise, she did have one. That was no problem. There were problems in the relationship, and there was nothing unsavoury occurring here. They were drinking tea. A lot of people drank tea together, it was a habit most humans had, that or drinking something else together. "I see," he said, sipping his tea. "You could always search the name. After all, it is now your name, and you have a righto know the history of the family you have joined." She still seemed quite miffed, however, and Ciro smiled. "However, if you would rather change the subject. I am willing to oblige." Which was what happened, this time the conversation falling to his own family. He smirked at the description of Jeremiah - which he knew Jeremiah would strongly dislike. The young one hated having the obvious pointed out to him. He was childish like that, even if he refused to admit it. "Jeremiah is easily distracted. He hates to admit it, but the entire family knows it is quite true." Butterflies would distract the boy for Merlin's sake. Whilst most of the family found such a trait incredibly stupid to have, Ciro did not overly mind. At least he was not as odd as Dante, who seemed to loathe the very thing that would make him easier to bare. His affliction with silence was confusing, especially for one that enjoyed having small talk. In fact, Ciro was no sure he would be able to pick his own younger brother's voice if he had to. His eyebrow rose at the topic of 'student politics'. "Oh?" he questioned, leaning forward slightly. "I think you are lying." Abbigale seemed like one to pry a little, most were like that. He himself was similar. Ciro knew well that he would be curious about the lives of students if he had them, especially if it seemed to be effecting their work ethic. He was tempted to tell her to watch his brothers, since they were bound to fall into some strife with their difficult personalities, especially with the new additions this year.

It was only then that he realised something, and he looked at Abbigale with mild surprise. "Pardon me, Muggle Studies?" he asked. "You teach Muggle Studies?" He had not known that Jeremiah took the class. He knew Dante did - and was terrible at it, something that must irritate the boy. That would probably mean that Abbigale was some form of muggle lover. Ciro had a delicate opinion of muggles and muggle-borns. He cared little for the later, and new little about the former, but he was happy to say that he was by no means some psychopath that had twisted ideas about blood supremacy. He would never, ever truly see a muggle-born as an equal, but being rude to one benefited him in no way. Therefore, he was always polite. He returned to sipping his tea as Abbigale moved off the clean herself up. At her question, Ciro shrugged. "Only those who I like," he admitted, as he wouldn't go about reading just anyone's tea leaves. Tessomancy was something he enjoyed, but he was not in the habit of being a reader for everyone. Readings could be incorrect, though he had not known any to be, but it was always a possibility.
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[Abbigale Raven]

Having married the first man that had asked, it never occurred to Abby that maybe there was more to a marriage and a relationship then what she was getting out of her current one. Surely the first rule of marriage was for both parties to be happy. She was sure that it there was a problem in the marriage and one of both were not happy then the marriage had surely failed. Abby was conscious that Ciro's eyes had wondered to her hand and landed on her ring. She had to admit, she rather wished it wasn't there at this moment, and without even consciously thinking about it, she dropped her hand from the table, to her lap. She preferred it where neither she or her current companion would see it. She had never felt ashamed of her ring before and she didn't right now, but she rather would prefer if the conversation strayed away from her marriage. Not because she didn't want to talk about it, more because she preferred to forget about it for this moment. She smiled and shrugged slightly at Ciro, sipping her tea and looking at him. So he had picked up on that had he? Not surprising since she had been lying through her teeth, but she had been impressed with the way he pointed it out. She raised her head slightly. "Mr Raven, I regret to wonder how you might've come to such a revelation. Was it my abysmal poker-face perhaps" She sipped more of her tea and continued to look his way. It was true, her poker-face was terrible, but most people knew that, it was why she was such an open book after all. At least, that was what she was constantly told by Austiin, Cameron and by Jasper himself.

Abby blinked slightly at Ciro as he seemed to be having a hard time with the fact that Abby was a Muggle Studies Professor. Perhaps he was slightly deaf. She couldn't quite grasp that he was surprised that his brother was taking her class. She smiled. "Yes, Muggle Studies. I've been teaching for about six years now. I got a promotion just last year in fact which is what allowed me to continue with your brother. Other wise he would not be in my class." She told him, taking yet another sip of the slowly dwindling tea. It was rather nice, slowly slipping its way into her heart and her taste buds. "I do enjoy teaching, but sometimes I get some students who are only in the subject because they need it for a specific job path. Some of them are quite set in their views and then I have a hard time trying to teach them when they don't actually want to learn, but I'm not complaining, I love teaching and I love kids, sometimes it's hard, but ninety percent of the time its very fulfilling." Spilling her heart out was suddenly coming naturally to her and she supposed it was something to do with her five years of marriage to a man that wasn't exactly a sharer. She suddenly became a regurgitative diary or feelings that she wanted to mention, but decided against it when she remembered where she was and who she was with. Yeah, not smart. She blushed slightly. She wasn't used to people being so forward, regardless of the fact that she was probably blowing the comment out of proportion, she had enjoyed it. "Well, when I finish, I'll be sure to give you the leaves. I haven't had a reading in some time."
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[Cirino Raven]

Ciro picked up his tea cup once more to hide his smile as Abbigale seemed to tuck her hand under the table. He wondered what her husband was doing to make her feel that she needed to hide her ring from him. He had already seen it, thought paid it little attention. Why would he need to worry about a ring? They were simply having tea, nothing else. Obviously there were problems if Abbigale even thought that she should hide the ring. It was certainly a boost in confidence for the Italian. Not that he was at all lacking confidence. In fact, perhaps he was a little too confident today. If this would ever go further, and Ciro was not especially concerned with whether it would or would not, then he would think further about the ring, and decided on how to best deal with it, since he was not in the habit of playing with the relationships of others. Ciro placed his tea cup down and watched Abbigale. He rose his eyebrows as she spoke, and chuckled. "Perhaps." He replied. "You should try to fix that."

Ciro nodded as she confirmed what he had heard. He really needed to go back home and catch up with every one again if he was even unaware of what classes his own siblings were taking. It was incredibly embarrassing. He rose his eye brows at hearing how long she had been working at the school. "Six years? You must like working there then." Ciro had a horrible track history with jobs. He got bored and would spontaneously quit go find something else to do. He had no concept of commitment when it came to jobs. He did what he enjoyed and stopped doing it when it became a chore. He nodded as she answered his question about teaching. She must have loved teaching, otherwise six year would have been an eternity for her. "I suppose you could look at it as educating the future. That could turn out to be quite daunting for the fearful." And once again, he rose his tea cup to his lips to conceal his smile when she blushed- he did not wish to further embarrass her by chuckling about it. He looked into her tea cup from the other end of the table after he placed his own cup down. It seemed nearly ready to be read. He was sure this would get interesting. One could learn so much from reading another's tea leaves. "Well then, I am sure you are overdue."
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[Abbigale Raven]

Abby grinned at Ciro as he chuckled and took another sip of her tea. He was right in that she probably should, but she didn't see the point in being able to tell a good lie. Why would she need too? It was when one started to lie that life became complicated. As it was, Abby absolutely hated lying. She also didn't like it in others. She supposed her fear of random things didn't help either. She had heard the whispers of groups and trouble. She hadn't been paying them much attention though, but these days it was getting to the point where she simply had no other choice. She lessened her grin to a smirk and crossed her legs, placing her tea on her knee in a sort of balance. She had done this with her coffee often enough she was sure it would make little difference with the tea. "Well, perhaps one of these days I will, but it certainly, will not be, today." She nodded at Ciro and retrieved her cup from her thigh and returned it to her lips once more. "Do you perhaps have a secret, maybe you could help me fix the problem?" She may have been flirting...slightly. She was married, not in a convent, there was a difference. Besides, it wasn't cheating if there was no physical interaction... right? She shrugged, at this point she didn't really care. Jasper would never know of this anyway. He wasn't even around enough and even when he was they fought all the time. It was a new thing for them and Abby hated it with a passion. She was beginning to believe they really were not right for each other. She just wished she had figured it out earlier. Maybe she wouldn't be in this position then.

Abby shrugged when Ciro mentioned that she has to like working at the school if she was there for so long. At this Abby shrugged. It was true that she did indeed enjoy her job, but that was exactly what it was, a job. It wouldn't really matter what she was doing for a job as long as she enjoyed it. If she enjoyed hairdressing, she could do that for a living. But to be honest, she really did enjoy teaching, sometimes even at the expense of her children, her life and, as it would seem, her sanity. "You could say that again." Even though Ciro had tried to conceal his smile behind his tea, unluckily for him, Abby had seen it before he had gotten it there. She shook her head at him and turned her head away. She couldn't look at him, this was too weird. She wasn't this person. This wasn't her. She was enjoying herself, but this simply wasn't her... Or, maybe it was and she just hadn't noticed it before. She'd not really given herself time to date, she had kind of gone from one guy to the other in her youth, something she was most certainly not proud of in the slightest and it was also something she was not inclined to admit to either. "I suppose, when you look at it like that, you would be right, yes. I have not thought of it in that way before." Abby looked down at her tea cup and smiled as she noted that it was almost finished. She grinned, finished the last little bit and placed it on the table in front of her, sliding it over to Ciro. "Show me what you got, sir." She said, leaning back in her chair slightly.
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[Cirino Raven]

Ciro smiled, deciding to bypass conversation and read her ea leaves. He was curious himself, and wanted to do this quickly. Time for him was running short. He nodded, and pulled Abbigale's tea cup from the other side of the table, and placed his own to the side. He would not be reading his tea leaves, as they were irrelevant. He looked at the cup carefully, not having done this for some time. he rarely read tea leaves as, while he enjoyed doing it, he did not feel the need to read this and instruct people on how to act. If he could just tell people what he say and be done with it, he would not mind. There was always a possibility that he was wrong, so whether it be good or bad news, he never liked telling people what he saw. It was, after all, his opinion, and he was not infallible, and he did not do this professionally. With his left hand, he swirled it twice counter clockwise, before putting it upside-down on the saucer. "We just need to wait a couple minutes," he explained, watching the time carefully. Once a couple minutes had passed, he turned the tea cup back over. Some leaves were stuck to the walls, some at the bottom of the cup, and some at the rim. He searched for symbols silently, tilting the cup when needed. He began to ramble a little, from habitually explaining himself. "The from the bottom up is basically future to present. Sometimes explained as the rim being the near future, but sometimes it's so 'in the near future' that it may as well be the present." He chuckled slightly. "Anyway," he looked at the cup. On the side, there appeared to be what he would consider to be a wasp, which he had seen before, and rarely told the true meaning. Some people took tassomancy very seriously, and sometimes would behave irrationally.

Ciro decided to remind Abbigale of this, since he would not want her to be doing something stupid. "Remember, I'm not a professional, and sometimes it just does not read correctly, or it is not what it seems," he explained. "However, that symbol," he pointed to the wasp, "looks like the wasp symbol, generally meaning romantic trouble. However, just under it is the urn symbol, which is generally favourble news, such as wealth and happiness." At least he could counteract the obviously negative wasp with the very positive urn. "Towards the rim, so this is more towards the present, there appear to be scissors. This generally means quarrels," which he could already guess, judging the fact that she was here with him, as opposed being at home with her husband. He placed the tea cup down, deciding that that was enough for today. There were only a couple very clear images, and he was not in the habit of extreme guesswork. "There you have it. A reading. I hope you don't find it too daunting. I like to think that, while the future may not be easily changed, the circumstances can be direly misread and end in a different fashion than expected."
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[Abbigale Raven]

Abby turned to watch the cup as Ciro tipped it upside down onto the saucer. Abby had done Divination into her OWLs, but unfortunately she had not made it past that. She enjoyed some parts of Divination, the tea reading had always been interesting, but some of the rest of it was weird. She sat her head on her hand and watched as Ciro kept his eye on he time. It was interesting to watch him. Abby observed that his whole face changed when he was working with the tea. It was really quite amazing. He looked so happy. Abby couldn't remember seeing anyone look this happy before, except maybe Nathaniel or Emily. She continued to watch him as he explained what he was doing. She had seen it done before, but that was years ago, she was not at all opposed to a refresher course. She grinned at him as he seemed to get a little carried away. It was sweet, and dare she say it, cute. Listening to Ciro talk about the rim of the glass and the difference between the future and present as well as the past and the so near future excited Abby. She was enjoying this, she realised, which was a bit of a shock seeing as she had not participated in Divining of any sort since she was fifteen, that was over ten years ago, over fifteen years ago. As Abby came to this realisation, she frowned. She was old. This fact was doing nothing to make her feel any better.

Abby nodded when Ciro spoke again and she could completely understand what he was saying. If he read something she didn't like, he wanted to make sure that she would not go crazy and blame him, or take some drastic and wild actions. She had seen people do that before. It was horrible to witness. She shook her head, intending to let him know that she wouldn't blame him for anything he might say that she didn't like. When Ciro began to read her tea leaves, Abby leaned forward to see if she could see what he was pointing out, but it was not easy at the angle he was holding the cup. Sitting back down, Abby, just listened to him as he spoke. She liked his voice, it was smooth, not rough like Jasper's or her own. Her own accent sounded foreign to her these days, considering she was american, with an american accent, but no american country. She had been living in new zealand for longer then she had been out of school, over ten years definitely. Abby smiled at Ciro as she grabbed her coffee and stood up to leave. She liked the reading, or rather she was happy with it, but they had been talking for longer then she had expected to be here and it was time she got home. "Thankyou for that Ciro, I appreciate it, but I really must go now." Abby intended to get herself a to go cup for this coffee.
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