Lucky

You stroll into the casino like you own the place. Lucky watches you from the moment you enter the door, to the moment you sit opposite her at the poker table. She eyes you up, like a shark sizing up it's prey. Her grin never fails. Her mannerisms are defined. Sleek like a cheater and confident like a lion. Her eyes never leave yours as the dealer slides the cards across the table. She peaks at her cards briefly, her face giving nothing away. She makes the call and watches you do the same. The river is promising for you, showing a glimpse of a flush. She raises. You make the call. You watch each other suspiciously. The dealer turns over the card. It falls in your favour. You're one card away. She pushes all in. You think you're in the clear, an easy win. But then you stop. She's too confident. You study the cards. The best hand would be yours, a flush. But in the back of your mind, the doubt. The Ace and Queen stare at you, daring you to make the call. But what if it isn't the card you need? What is she has another Ace? What if she has the other Queen? You flick your cards forward. You fold. The chips slide to her. She turns a seven deuce off suit. The name's Lucy. But people call me Lucky.