You were a fortune-teller, you were really famous. The things you said were actually true.

You had a customer named Ethan. He always said he didn't believe it. He didn't believe you, but he still came and wanted you to look to his future.

It was a monday night, he came again. You sighed and said;

"If you don't believe it, don't waste money." you sounded tired. He smiled and sat on the chair in front of you.

"I have my reasons. I can come everyday if I want." he loved to annoy you.