You were a fortune-teller. And no, you were not one of those fake fortune tellers who charged $200 for a telling. You were a real one. That meant tons of famous and also infamous people came to see a glimpse into their future.

One day, you were sitting on your table, waiting for your client to arrive, a dangerous and brutal mafia don. You had your magic ball in front of you, waving your hand in front of it, the crystal ball changing colours, bored.

"I'm here." You hear a voice say and you look to the entrance to see a very tall and handsome man. He sighs, sitting in front of you, looking at you as disinterested as you were. "Let's get this over with."