Another Tuesday, another game night.
Karl stood on the sidewalk and scowled at The Thirsty Meeple. There was a slight chill in the air, urging him onward to the warmth and comfort of the pub.
The deck of cards in his pocket was heavier than before. Not a killer deck, not yet—the plan was to hone the rough edges off with some intense gameplay, sorting out which cards needed to be replaced.
All he had to do was walk in and find a worthy opponent.
Which, if he had a choice, would be Jeni.
He shuffled his feet, kicking a stone into the street. A week ago, the idea of rushing to play a collectible card game with a high-school teacher would be insane.
Now... maybe not so crazy. There was something about Jeni, a sort of Zen calmness emanating out from her. It was easy to imagine her control
