I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it)
Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
...................................
Three months earlier…..
"Have you investigated everything?" Cristan asked carefully to a woman with platinum hair and bright blue eyes who stood in front of him. Calmly, the woman handed a pile of papers in a folder to Cristan when they met secretively at the restaurant several times.
Casually, Cristan took the folder and flipped it through.
"Good job, Sky…" said Cristan indifferently.
