I lost the hand.
Natalia's eyes lit up with triumph, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she laid down her cards. She was getting better at this, finding her rhythm, or maybe I was just losing focus. Hard to maintain your poker face when every nerve ending in your body is screaming for attention and a miniature Greek goddess keeps trying to sit on your shoulder.
"My turn," Natalia said, her voice low and husky in a way that sent ripples down my spine. She took her time considering her question, studying me with those piercing eyes. I could almost see the gears turning behind them, weighing which secret she most wanted to extract.
"Why did you choose that sad song at the karaoke bar?" she finally asked.
