Sharp needle, small haystack

[Giovanni Cavelli]

All of the sudden, all of Giovanni's thoughts of nervousness were gone. He couldn't believe it. This woman thought he was trying to make a move on her. He couldn't keep himself from starting to laugh. The situation seemed completely absurd to him now that he thought of it.

"My apologies Signorina,"
Giovanni said. I'm in a new land and haven't met anyone. I promise my intentions were not bad. As for the cloak, well, I got it for the winter. I had the money to get it now, so figured I might as well get it now, and I have no place to keep it, so I might as well wear it right."


Giovanni grimaced, trying to think of whether or not he should tell her his story and reveal his secret. Could he trust this woman? Also how did he bring it up?

Suddenly, a scent came across his nostrils. He finally saw the bags the woman was carrying with the incense coming out of it. He hadn't met many people who had used incense and most of them were fortune tellers.

Giovanni pointed at the incense and asked, "Are you a fortune teller? I don't have much, but would like a fortune read if your are willing."


Giovanni pulled the money he had out of his pocket and showed it to the woman.