And just like that a few turns passed. Camilla placed another card down and Sacha stared at it. Then she looked at Camilla with a bit of surprise on her face, "Wait."
Camilla looked up. "Yes?"
"You deliberately kept that card?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It was more useful than the others."
Sacha frowned. That was the obvious answer. Yet somehow, hearing Camilla say it with such complete certainty made it more irritating.
The game continued.
Because Stan and Sacha had grown up with the game, small tells still passed between them. Brief glances, tiny shifts in posture, the half-second pause before a strong play.
They had been playing together for years. Sometimes they barely needed words. Camilla noticed every one of them.
At one point Sacha saw Stan prepare a disruptive move and assumed Camilla would miss the significance.
Stan placed his card down. "Draw Two."
Camilla calmly answered with her own. "Draw Two."
Stan's eyebrows rose.
Sacha stared at the table. "What?"
