Chapter 8 Cold

Jackie fidgeted in her seat, her eyes focused on the card before her. She had a good hand but wondered what her opponent had. She tried to find his weakness but found none.
Composing herself by taking a deep breath, she played her card. Her lips stretched into a smile when she saw the man's face drop. But to her dismay, her opponent played the winning card.
"Better luck next time, kid," he said with a smirk, and Jackie's eyes widened.