Mm. Then I wish you again, Adrian: be well, and be safe.
[And off she goes, in the opposite direction as his own path, to find a well-trafficked street corner with just a little bit of shade and something pleasant-smelling nearby — usually either a flower-seller or a restaurant, so long as the aroma is palatable to the senses. People relax more easily in such an environment; they give more away, and they feel more comfortable with their generosity — especially if they happen to be leaving said restaurant with change still in their hand, and can be caught by the whimsy of spending it on a quick fortune.
She has a fair run of luck with it, too. The usual types pass through — girls looking for the faces of their future husbands, gamblers looking for a turn of their luck, wealthy men preoccupied with this business deal or that proposition. It's never difficult to convince them to try her, and one by one she plies them with a smile and a story, giving them what they want to hear and sending them away satisfied.
When she's earned enough for the morning, she takes a short break and darts into the restaurant to buy herself a small portion of jambalaya, and once she has it she packs up her things and walks the streets eating while she ferrets out her afternoon's location — this one designed to catch workers on their way home from a day's trade, where in the morning she was seeking to hook shoppers and idle vagabonds.]
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[And off she goes, in the opposite direction as his own path, to find a well-trafficked street corner with just a little bit of shade and something pleasant-smelling nearby — usually either a flower-seller or a restaurant, so long as the aroma is palatable to the senses. People relax more easily in such an environment; they give more away, and they feel more comfortable with their generosity — especially if they happen to be leaving said restaurant with change still in their hand, and can be caught by the whimsy of spending it on a quick fortune.
She has a fair run of luck with it, too. The usual types pass through — girls looking for the faces of their future husbands, gamblers looking for a turn of their luck, wealthy men preoccupied with this business deal or that proposition. It's never difficult to convince them to try her, and one by one she plies them with a smile and a story, giving them what they want to hear and sending them away satisfied.
When she's earned enough for the morning, she takes a short break and darts into the restaurant to buy herself a small portion of jambalaya, and once she has it she packs up her things and walks the streets eating while she ferrets out her afternoon's location — this one designed to catch workers on their way home from a day's trade, where in the morning she was seeking to hook shoppers and idle vagabonds.]