Oliver: Twisted
I looked out across the field of people and shook my head. All these women and not one could look at me. Not that they knew I was there, but just once I wished that someone would look up and see me, or at least looked like they saw me. That’s all I wanted: just one woman. But, like every other night not one raised her eyes. Just once, I thought, at least one.
I watched the women focus on their cards, not letting a thought that someone was watching disturb their concentration. The dealers dealt and shuffled, then dealt and shuffled, and dealt and shuffled. The players won and lost without looking around, without a second thought for the bubbles in the ceiling that contained surveillance cameras.
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