“Anna,” Julian let her name rolled in his tongue, showing her the dice in the pot he was holding. There were two pair of five craved in a fine, golden print. “You were the tenth person closest to me -- I counted.” He was, as always, impartial in his preferences. Jenny and her friends had been exceptions.
He called for a waiter to order a white wine bottle while he leaned on the table, supporting his face with his elbows and thinking about the games to play with Anna. “We could play Mia with the dice, Dogs and Jackals or the Royal Game of Ur -- As the lady prefers. I’m good with every game.”
He kept the boards with him; he was bound to get bored without Jenny and carried them around hidden from the naked eye.