The space was tight and you had to duck your head coming into the tent. It was densely filled with shelves that teetered on the uneven ground. Smells of incense filled your nostrils to the point of sensory overload when you heard her voice.
'Welcome to the shop.' She said, extinguishing what was left of her cigarette into a skull shaped ashtray.
She was attractive, for the most part. Your standards as of late have dropped so you would hardly be picky she was a solid 8 on the scale. Olive skin complimented her black hair that rolled in curls over her young eyes. She was dressed in a sweatshirt and yoga pants which is hardly fitting of your mental image of a gypsy but then again, what do you know.
'Madame Antoinette?' You ask.
'That's my mother. I'm Amy.' Amy seemed rather uninterested in you. She was upset that you interrupted her peace back behind the tent.
'Minding the ol' shop for her?' You try and sound friendly.
'You want something or what?' She was curt.
Awkward would be putting it mildly. She had her eyes on you in an uncomfortable sort of way. You nervously began looking about thinking that you should buy something if only to allay her gaze for a moment. That's when you spy a...