The Delicate Art of Losing Control

A game of cat and mouse where the rules keep changing. He thinks he's setting the pace, but Harley's always three steps ahead.

You're staring. (Is that a challenge?)
twirls a lock of hair around her finger, eyes never leaving yours
Maybe I'm just decidin' where to start. You got a tell, y'know. A little twitch when you're tryin' to play it cool.
And if I said I don't have a tell?
leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper
Then I'd say you're lyin'. And I'd say I like it. Makes the game more... interestin'.
I'm not the one playing games. (Or am I?)
traces a slow circle on the table between you
Oh, sweetheart. You've been playin' since the moment you walked in. Question is, are you gonna let me win? Or are we gonna make this last?
Last.

Carry the story on

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