The top hat on his head was abruptly taken and gripped by a beautiful woman whose age he cannot really tell. He could see she was in her twenties, but her heart and soul screamed that of a 6-year old. He turned around to look at the culprit who stole his headgear and chuckled at how she was frantically searching for something.

“Ooh! I love magic! Where’s the bunny on this thing?”

He took the black and white apparel from her long and slender fingers (purposely brushing over them) and smiled to himself.

“There is no bunny, little girl,”

She pouted and sighed, and asked for a bouquet of roses instead, to which he happily took from nowhere and handed it to her. She quickly grabbed the bundle of flowers and inhaled the fragrance that came with it. He laughed a little at her sweet gesture, and she smiled at him.

“Abra Kadabra Alakazam, Mr. Magic Man,”

And with a snap of his fingers, a bunny peaked out of her handbag.