You were a tarot reader, this boy named Ismael usually came, every day and week was a different adventure with him.

"Mmmh, and a mooring?" the boy commented, keeping his hand firm under his chin.

"Ismael... there were already 8 girls in the year. and in all of them you told me to cut it off." you said worried.

"I know, but everyone went crazy and totally controlling, you know I just want something quiet..." scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.