Twelve peers over his cards with scheming hazel eyes. This was not a game to take lightly. Everything is riding on this turn.
He glances over at his opponent, who returns his stare as cool as a cucumber. It's an intimidation tactic. She only wants to make him think she has this in the bag so he'll be freaked out. However, Twelve won't fall for that bluff. He can win this if he just plays his cards right.
"Uno!" He shouts before he can even lay the card down to reveal a green six. With a smug smirk of his own, Twelve beckons her to go.
Instead of his slow drawn-out moves, Lisa is lightning quick. "Uno, skip you, draw four, I win!" She lays her cards down with an adorable squeak of joy before throwing her hands up in the air. "There was no way I could lose!"
Twelve let's his jaw hang loose in false disbelief. He could barely care about winning, but that doesn't mean he can't play along. "I can't believe this! It's inconceivable I tell you!"
"You're just jealous I finally found something I'm better at than you," He can't help but let her dark brown eyes draw him in, like a black hole there was no escape.
"Lisa, trust me there are so many other things you destroy me at other than Uno."
"What do you have in mind?" A playful grin pulls at the edges of her mouth.
"You're definitely a better kisser than me," He leans across the table and presses one on her nose. "While you're feeling so competitive let's test this out."
She laughs, a fragile sounds still, but it grows every day. "I'm not falling for that obvious trap!" Despite her protests, she does reach across and take his hands, playing with his fingers individually. It's nothing more than a quiet Sunday afternoon, but Twelve swears to himself he'll keep this stored into his memory forever.
"Today is a good day," Lisa speaks up an eternity later, pale yellow shining brightly.
"Good," He squeezes her hand. For now bombs and unloving mothers can be forgotten. "That's all I want for you."
"I hope it will last," There's no regret or sadness in her voice, simply a statement of facts, like wishing rain away.
Still in that moment, Twelve promises himself to do whatever he can to make that wish come true.