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"Probably." I motioned for Jaicz to start, and she nodded at me. Rolling In The Deep There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out of the dark Finally, I can see you crystal clear I looked at a man in the corner who’s very familiar to me, I also immediately averted my gaze because I had to focus on playing and singing. Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare See how I leave with every piece of you

Smiling asked the man holding the guitar. For a moment I thought. After all, I really couldn’t think because I was nervous. "Just through the fire Chaka Khan," I answered and they nodded and the first intro started playing. So I was even more nervous, I sat in the high chair with the mic attached. I look in your eyes and I can see We've loved so dangerously You're not trusting your heart to anyone When I sang the first lyrics, I didn't know but I looked at the boss and our eyes met.

I smirked. “I invented the ‘dare-game’, honey.” he smirked. “Call.” He looked so glory with that ‘confidence’ in his face but we’ll see, honey. “If I win, there’s a catch. Okay?” I added. “Which is?” he asked, confused. Oh, so his poker face has an expiration, huh? “You’ll know later.” I smirked. “Unfair but fine. Whatever you want.” I can read what’s exactly on his mind. He was thinking that he has full control of himself and maybe he does.

Oh, you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change If perfect's what you're searching for, then just stay the same So don't even bother asking if you look okay You know I'll say When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are The way you are The way you are Girl, you're amazing Just the way you are When I see your face

I screeched out loud. He clapped his hands three times, "stubborn cat, I must say I like your gut!" He glowered his mouth, and suddenly his expression changed, there was a fire burning in his eyes. "I hate how you are glaring at me," he said and reached out to the blindfold, and used it to coat my eyes. "Stubborn cat, you won't lie like a log, you have to make me feel the activities that are about to start, this is the only way I can help you feel better."

I wonder. "Stop provoking me, Atasha. I'm warning you..." "Oh why? Why can't you tell me what i deserve to know? You were telling me to put my trust in you but you never show me the real you! Do you get me? You're making me confused! Your intentions are blurred, I can't hold onto that! You are a very contradicting man!" Frustrations have eaten me up, i blunted it all out. He was a bit taken aback but he eventually got back to his iconic poker face, like it doesn't affect him at all, as if my words are useless, my feelings are discarded.

"Daniel's tone was cool,and no hidden message laid beneath it.He,meant every word of what he had just said. My eyes suddenly felt itchy with tears.I,wanted to say something but my throat,constricted, making it utterly impossible.His,words hurt me in so many ways and therewasn't a damn thing I could do about it.,Because deep down I knew he was right. Finally,he turned around and graced my,vision with his breathtaking face.It had no,expression,just an indecipherable pokerface "have a nice life Kylie it should I say Emily" turning towards the door immediately.

Did someone tell him about it? I tried to search his eyes for a reply but he kept looking at me with a blank expression but soon an unfathomable gleam appeared in his eyes. As I scrutinized his face, I couldn't help but feel frustrated. The curve of his lips, the sparkle in his eyes, the furrowed brow – every feature seemed to conceal his true emotions. My mind whirled, analyzing every micro-expression, but Dylan's poker face revealed nothing. I longed for a crack in his facade, a hint of what he truly meant.

he patted Anderson’s shoulder, “To make sure he captures every single moment of the game so I’ll get to watch it later on. It’ll be like I was there, only twenty-four hours later.” I had a terrible poker face and my emotions were always displayed on my face for all to see, no matter how embarrassing what I was feeling in that particular moment was. It was the same then. “Why the long face, Pearce? You want me to come? Cheer you on? See you win?” Blake asked teasingly. My face flushed and I swatted his finger that was headed towards my shoulders to poke me.

It probably won’t work, considering I don’t really have a poker face. He caresses my fingers, giving me a cheeky half smile. There’s a sudden glint of mischief in his eyes. I narrow my eyes at him, suspicious of what he’s planning. All my previous shyness is forgotten as I try to read his intentions through his expression. What are you planning, Blake? Too bad I’m not as skilled as he is. His poker face is absolute perfection, most likely honed through years of having to deal with fake people. His eyes look past me and then he’s motioning to someone. Maybe he’s flagging down a waiter?