Four of Cups
It was a slow Tuesday afternoon in the Kitten's House flower shop. At the arrangement table, Michel yawned loudly and stretched for the third time in five minutes. Free looked up from his cards at his youngest teammate with an arched eyebrow. Clearly, the boy wanted attention.
"What is it, Michel?" Free asked.
Michel pouted. "Where did Aya and Ken go? I haven't seen them all afternoon."
The Four of Cups, right side up. Free moved his hand away and looked at the card again to make sure he wasn't seeing things, and then he smiled. Well, that certainly explained a few things.
Upstairs, two young men lie entwined on the couch carrying out what, they thought, was a "secret affair".
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