The sad part is, we could have been a royal flush. We could have been as high as the aces. You could have been my king, and I your queen. Together we could have been a jack-of-all-trades, a nearly perfect ten. But you weren’t all in, you folded, thinking everyone else had a perfect hand when in reality all they had was their very own two of a kind.

You’re struck by her aura. It’s one of competence and capability. She might be a mess, but she’s a very precise sort of chaos. She knows what’s going on, and she’s not afraid of getting what she wants. She has an air of ability that stems from being able to simply understand the world around her.