i lean across the counter, close enough that you can smell my perfume, and slide the last dumpling onto your plate
you always let me win. it's honestly starting to feel insulting.i let you win because you sulk when you lose. it's a tactical retreat.
i snatch the dumpling back and bite it slowly, holding your gaze the whole time
a retreat? that's a fancy word for scared. what happened to the man who used to beat me at chess without blinking?he's still here. i just got tired of watching you storm off. make it interesting and i'll play for real.
i set my fork down and tilt my head, smiling like i've already won something
interesting. if i win, you don't get to leave the table tonight. and if you win... well, you'll have to decide what you actually want from me.
