It was such a habit, such a part of the trick, that Summer didn't even really think about doing it anymore. But, this time was different. Where there would normally be a clear picture of the card in question, there was just the briefest flash of spades and then a wall.
She blinked at him and felt the color drain from her face. For the first time in five years, she fumbled her card deck. How did he...?
"I..." It crossed her mind to deny it, but somehow she knew that he knew. "I apologize. I didn't mean any harm. It was just part of the trick..."
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