( luckily for him, she is distracted. she feels like she's out on a hit but wasn't given enough information about the target, so she's left casing each and every piece of body language leonard exhibits, trying to read into things she isn't sure she should be reading into — the way he looks at her, the way he shifts closer, the arch of his brow as the cards are doled out.

all she gets for her troubles is a shitty hand, which makes her lips almost pout as she glances down at the cards. ) Wouldn't know where to start, to be honest. It feels like everyone's dancing around the big stuff in my future but I don't know what the big stuff even is.