Page 2 of Horoscope to Love
“Fair enough,” I grumble.
“I need to warn you,” she says.
“It’s a little late for that. Bill already knows what I’m up to.”
“No, not that. I’m talking about what it says in your horoscope today.”
I roll my eyes. “Warn me about what?”
“It says that you need to be on the lookout.”
"Well, that's a suspiciously vague warning if I've ever heard one.”
Ever since Paige made the connection between Madame Zodiac’s predictions and people finding love, she’s been checking both our horoscopes daily in the hopes that it will find us each love. But unlike her, I’m not looking for love. I’m looking to find a way to hold onto my job in a dying field thanks to all the online news magazines popping up left and right.
“I don’t know what to tell you other than you need to be alert to your surroundings.”
“I feel like this horoscope advice could apply to anything in day-to-day life. I’m starting to wonder if those couples were just reaching for some divine explanation for why they met other than they just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”
“Then where is the fun in that?” Paige asks.
I'm not sure where the fun in trying to deconstruct a vague message shared with loads of other people who happened to be born in the same chunk of time as you, but to each their own. Horoscopes are just a colossal waste of my time—unless it helps save my job.
“Okay, I will make sure to be on the lookout for—something.”
