Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Counting Change

The next few days slowly began to gain a sense of normalcy. Striker still never crossed the threshold into the room he had given me. In fact, he didn't seem to really let my presence phase him too much. 

To begin making some money, I would venture out in the mornings and work in the smaller market areas telling fortunes and selling tea blends I made from my herbs. It wasn't much, but the aura of mysticism seemed to draw in sinners without too much difficulty. 

It was all trickery of course. No one could really tell fortunes accurately. The whole horoscope and stars alignment shick was no more than a tool for a clever individual with a bit of showmanship to take advantage of. But it seemed to put some money in my pocket, and my conscience had long since stopped worrying about the morality of the whole profession.

 Counting out the change I had collected one evening, Striker's voice from the doorway surprised me, "I'm going out to get some dinner. Want anything?"

It was the first words he had spoken to me in several days. We hadn't really even exchanged so much as a good morning when we passed each other in the kitchen while getting coffee.

"Sure," I replied, sweeping the change into the bag I had been holding them in, "What did you have in mind?"