Neither he nor she disclosed their names or surnames, yet there seemed to be a magical understanding between them.
A glance, or an expression.
But she seldom showed emotions, while his expressions were quite vivid.
The young man didn't fulfill his boastful words of buying that building in one night.
He merely went to a bar later, one filled with smoke, where people gambled, and played poker all night with a group seeking amusement.
Of course, the young man brought along the woman who had withheld the last of his fortune for him.
They still didn't tell each other their names or surnames.
Among the crowd, the woman watched the young man's face, composed, confident, with a charming smile. There was a sense of recklessness about him.
His eyes were sensual, a nearly lethal weapon for most women.
Now and then, the young man would chuckle and his gaze would traverse the crowd, settling on the woman sitting in front of the bar, leaning on her hand, lost in thought.
