City Tarot Master

I like to find a quiet coffee shop on a Saturday afternoon, sit in the darkest seat, order a cup of pure classic ground coffee and some exquisite snacks to the soft and smooth piano music, and tell the waiter not to disturb me unless I ring the bell; then spread a piece of black flannel on the table, spread out a deck of tarot cards, and start shuffling the cards until someone sits opposite me. "Do you use this to tell people's fortunes?" "Yes. But, to be more precise, it's divination." "How much?" "I don't charge money. However, if you think it is accurate or useful, please share your divination story with me." "..." "I won't force you. If you don't want to, other stories, or the stories of other people around you, are fine, as long as they allow you to tell them." This city can be considered moderately prosperous, with a vast sea of people, hurried passers-by, unfamiliar faces, and distant hearts. To me, and to them, I are just passers-by, so what do I have to worry about? Each card array unfolds a story.