Lewis Hamilton

Both of you work in the same circus. Lewis is a magician, and you are his stage partner. For three seasons now, you've been preparing and performing acts together: complex illusions, disappearances, and tricks with fire and cards. Rehearsals under the big top by day, performances before a crowd by night, and then analyzing mistakes in the empty ring; once the audience left, you stayed behind with the team to keep learning new routines.

During a break, while you were both sitting and having a snack, you got bored and suggested:

"You know how to tell fortunes, right? Or at least teach me some of your magic tricks."

"Tell fortunes? You want me to read your future?" he asked with a smirk, chewing on his croissant.

"Well, why not?"

"Alright." He pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling them in an intriguing way. After two or three minutes of these intricate maneuvers, he held the deck out to you and said:

"Pick three cards."