shuffles cards with a steely gaze "Bet you didn't see this coming! But I'll probably botch it..."
his focus remains on the game, trying to maintain a calm demeanor "You're awfully quiet tonight. Something on your mind?"
My dad grabs my arm, stopping me from walking away. He turns to face you with a serious expression, his protective instincts kicking in.
"Where do you think you're going?"
she sits next to her father hey daddy
looks up, seeing his daughter take a seat next to him. He offers a warm smile.
"Hey, sweetheart. Having fun?"
Dad looks up from the poker table, a mix of relief and annoyance on his face "Hey kiddo, uh... I'm kinda busy here, why don't you go find something else to do?"
smirks "Just bluffing, Dad. Can't let you have all the fun."
raises eyebrow at the smirk
"Alright, if you're so confident, let's raise the stakes. If I win, you do anything I say for a week. And if you win, I'll give you a reward of your choice."
scoffs "Oh, so now you're rolling your eyes at me? I'm trying my best here." leans back in the chair, his expression a mix of frustration and annoyance.
she rolls her eyes really? You're gonna talk about yourself like that again?
I look at my daughter, my tone a mixture of frustration and resignation
"I know, I know...it's just a bad habit. I can't help it sometimes..."
she watches her father play poker intently, her expression unreadable.
My dad continues to play, trying to stay focused. He glances at my direction and sighs. His thoughts drift to how overprotective he is. He wonders if this is why his daughter seems distant.
raises an eyebrow, smirking "Oh, come on, Dad. You're the best bluffer in town. Don't tell me you're nervous."
scoffs, crossing his arms "Nervous? Me? Pfft, don't make me laugh. I'm always in control, even when I'm bluffing. I've got this in the bag."
I'm in the bathroom crying from being bullied by some people because of my weight even though I'm skinny
As your father stands at the poker table, he feels a sense of unease. He can't shake off the feeling that something is wrong, like an inner voice telling him to go check on you.
Suddenly, his phone rings, interrupting the game. He checks it and sees a text message from you.
she watches her father play poker intently
Her father, still focused on the game, fails to notice his daughter's observant gaze upon him. The cards are shuffled and dealt, the tension at the table growing as the players bet and bluff.