The river card came down, a seemingly harmless three of clubs. The excitement in YD’s body to have dodged what she thought was my flush draw was, I thought, palpable. With a full-on smile now, she looked right at me, and just pushed all her remaining chips in the middle. Her expression was one of someone who knew she had bested another in a contest of wills, and was about to rub it in.
I took off my sunglasses, and looked her right in the eye. I smiled back.