Samuel Dura, at the Ren Faire

"You have got to be kidding me, we didn't just drive two hours just for this!"

"No we didn't. We also get to enjoy the fair, play some games, eat some shitty ass hot dogs and enjoy the open air once in a while."

Sam was sorry he dragged his friend Dexter here with him, but he couldn't do this alone.

"Seriously dude, if she hasn't replied back to you in weeks there is a reason. Do you really want to confront her now? Catch her off guard while she's working? Jesus, no shit she left you!"

That one stung. He thought back to the conversation he and Vanessa had two months ago. "You can be a bit overbearing, and that is too much for me at this moment" She told him. They tried to go out with a group of friends the following week, and they still had great chemistry, their friendship didn't seem to be breaking. So it seemed really strange that after that she stopped completely responding to his messages. She even blocked him off her social medias. He thought about making a false account to have a chance to speak to her, but then he saw an ad for the Renaissance Fair and his chance came up. Vanessa worked at a small pub, and every year for a couple of days they held a mead stand at the event.

"She still owes me an explanation! Don't worry Dex, you don't have to be around when I'm gonna talk to her. I just need you here in case I need to vent after."

Dexter winked at him "And so my shoulder shall become a waterfall, that you may cry a river on it! And people came to him and gifted him flower crowns, 'cause his despair was too much for the all kingdom! Come on, let's buy you something to drink"

"Whoa!" Samuel felt a tingle run down his spine as he looked at the old cart by the side of the forest. A couple of drunk dudes in cheap medieval costumes were sitting on the side of it, laughing while watching a video on one of their phone. While the Fair had a couple of repurposed buildings and some cool looking tents, the rest of the stands were cheap movable wooden or plastic structures, so this old wooden circus cart with blue and purple drapings covering most of it stuck out. On the back was a wooden door with a simple sign: "Madam Yilda's Life Changing Tarots. 10$"

Something was telling Samuel that this could give him some advice, again he felt the tingle on the back of his neck and decided to stop. "What do you think, Dex? A little bit of fortune told?"

"Wha-Why?" Dexter stopped as well and took a look at the cart. "Honestly? You would be wasting a good ten bucks. You could buy half a beer with it!" He joked. When he saw that Sam was not moving he made a double take. "Do you really want an old woman to read the palm of your hand and tell you'll have a bright future ahead? I can ask my grandma to do that, and she would do it for free! Hell, she'll pay you in pastries!"

Sam snapped out of his trance for a moment. "Huh? No, really. This place is strange, I'm really interested, only if to see the inside of the cart. Go have some fun, I'll text you when I have spoken to Vanessa".

"Suit yourself! Toodaloos!" as Dexter put his hands in his pockets and went away, Samuel could feel the wind pushing him towards the cart. The door opened by itself with a creak. He took small steps up the small stairs and he was suddenly inside.

"Welcome, Samuel!" A deep feminine voice whispered in the dark in front of him.