It was exactly what I needed. The feigned casuality of her action was just good enough of an acting job to make me realise that it was, in totality, an acting job. Suddenly, I knew that YD was holding what she thought to be a monster hand, and trying to pull off a fake classic tell of weakness-feigning-strength, to induce a call.
“I’ll call.â€? I counted out my chips, and pushed them over the line. I leaned forward in my seat just a fraction, as if I were trying to get a better look at the anticipated next card.
The turn card was an eight of diamonds. YD bet out again, a pot sized bet of nine hundred chips. Quickly, I smooth called again, representing a draw, maybe the classic donkey hand of queen ten, or an ace-king who doesn’t quite know whether or not she’s ahead or behind.