Why do I feel so empty when he’s gone? It doesn’t make sense. I barely know him.
I don’t have much time to dwell on the sadness though, because a kind voice speaks up behind me. “He’s a good boy,” muses the magician. “And I can see that there is something building between you two.”
Is it that obvious? I stand up straight and look back at the old man, trying to mask my shocked expression. “We just met each other,” I say with an apathetic shrug.
He takes a step toward me, the flirelight behind him casting an eerie halo around his body. “You’d be surprised how quickly these things can develop,” he says with a wink. But then, he folds his arms and studies me curiously. “Especially when…” He stops himself and strokes his beard for a moment before continuing. "Can I ask you a question?” He s
