Zoya had just made herself a fresh cup of tea when the young fellow poked his head into her tent and asked if it was a good time for a reading. "Yes, of course," she called out, waving him in with one hand. "Please come in and sit down, I'm just having a cup of tea."<br/><br/>She liked to keep a fastidious place, and after all the waving about her last client had done, she felt he had kicked up way too much dust. So, she had spent a good 30 minutes afterward just dusting everything in the tent, making it nice and clean again. She had had to rearrange a few things the fellow had picked up, but now everything seemed in order.<br/><br/>"Would you like a cup of tea? Or would you rather get right to your reading?" she asked of the young fellow. To be honest, he looked a bit lost to her.