You Don't Exist (Maylor)

"Rog, we have to. I mean when else will we ever-"

"Be scammed out of our money. At the grocery store, the stalls at the market, literally anywhere. I'm not wasting money on a fake."

"Oh come now, Darling. Don't be so overdramatic. It's not flattering on you."

Freddie moves to sit in the previously occupied seat. The woman quickly swallowing the water she had been drinking before shooting the younger boy a sweet smile. "Hello, and what can I do for you?"

"I would love a reading, Darling. As well as my mate back there." He leaned in, "he's a skeptic." She nodded with a small laugh. Looking over Roger once, eyes filling with playfulness.

"Agh yes, I can see. I'll start with you then... see if I can win Mr. Skeptic over."

"Good luck, Darling. He's as hard headed as he appears."