Alex had never been one for mystic things. Tarot readings were fun at parties, a bit like horoscopes, something to laugh about with friends. But after a particularly tough breakup, their friend Mia insisted, “Let’s do something different. How about a tarot reading?” Out of sorts and with nothing to lose, Alex agreed.
In the cozy little shop, lit by soft, warm lights and smelling faintly of lavender, the tarot reader laid out three cards. Alex watched, half-skeptical, half-hopeful.
“The first card,” the reader began, pointing to the Knight of Cups, “represents someone approaching your life. This knight is a bringer of romantic proposals and invitations. Seems like love is on the horizon.”
Alex tried not to roll their eyes. “Sure,” they murmured, thinking of their dismal dating app experiences.
“The second card, The Star,” she continued, her fingers tracing the images, “shows hope and inspiration. It’s telling you to stay optimistic and be open to new possibilities. The Star is a very positive sign, especially for personal transformation and happiness.”
Mia nudged Alex excitedly, but they just shrugged it off. Hope was a currency they felt was in short supply.
“And the last card,” the reader concluded with a smile, “is The Lovers. It signifies a relationship based on mutual attraction and understanding. It could mean a decision leading to a significant relationship.”
The session ended, and they left. Alex couldn’t deny a tiny, budding hope but kept their expectations grounded.
Weeks passed. At a new job, Alex met Jamie, who worked in the same building. They connected instantly, sharing laughs over lunch breaks, finding they had similar tastes in music and movies. Jamie invited Alex to a concert, and there, under the echo of their favorite songs, Alex felt something shift.
“I’m glad I met you,” Jamie said as they walked home, hands brushing. Alex thought back to the tarot cards. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to them after all.
Whether it was the magic of tarot or just the magic of human connection, Alex didn’t care to figure out. They were too busy enjoying the unfolding of a new story—possibly love, definitely something special.
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real people and places are purely coincidental.