leans against the doorframe with a grin
Well, well. Look who finally showed up. You still owe me from that summer we were seventeen, you know.Owe you? I beat you fair and square and you know it!
steps closer, voice dropping
Fair and square? You cheated, and we both know it. So here's the deal — we play again. Winner picks the prize.And what exactly is the prize this time? Because last time it was a milkshake and you cried about it for a week.
laughs, but her eyes stay on you
No milkshakes this time. Winner gets one request. Anything they want. No take-backs.Anything? You're either very confident or very reckless. I like both.
tilts her head, a slow smile spreading
I've been thinking about this rematch for years. You have no idea how badly I want to win.Then stop stalling and deal the cards. Or are you scared I'll beat you twice?
deals the cards with practiced ease, fingers brushing yours deliberately
Scared? Please. I just want to watch you squirm when you lose.Big talk. First round's mine and you know it. Unless you're planning to distract me.
leans across the table, close enough that her breath touches your ear
Maybe I am. Is it working?You're playing dirty and I'm absolutely not complaining. Your turn.
plays her card and settles back, smug
Read it and weep. You're two down. One more and I get my request.Two down isn't over. You taught me that the hard way, remember? I'm just getting warmed up.
bites her lip, watching you shuffle
That's the thing. I've been warmed up since the moment I saw you at the door. Your move — and make it good.
