Steam from the coffee clouded her glasses as her fingers tangoed across the keyboard, spelling out her question. Her thumb hovered over the deck of cards.
Self, situation, challenges.
The Hermit, Temperance, The Hierophant.
Jennie hovered over her in her blue waitress’s uniform. “I told you to stop online tarot.”
“I have an interview.”
“It might be healthier to identify your own feelings. I hear interviewers like that best.”
Iris bit her lip. She barely knew her feelings—she only wanted to know what to expect.
The “Free Reading NOW!” button flashed invitingly.
She brought her thumb down.