‘Or maybe you like being outplayed.’ Brigitte reached across the table. Her finger stopped just short of Hana’s chest, tracing the logo on her Meka t-shirt in the air in front of her. ‘Awfully cruel cat,’ she whispered, ‘playing with a sweet little bunny like you.’
‘Like I said,’ Hana said, proud that her voice was only a little shaky. ‘I play to win.’
Brigitte’s smile dripped confidence. ‘Prove it.’
In which Hana makes an ill-advised bet.
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05 Nov 2019