Patience

We rolled to start the game. One, three, six, three. She got to pick two of them.

"You know," I said, "Size isn't everything. Sometimes, it's best to look for the most exciting fit." Anne blushed, though maybe she just had a reddish complexion. She picked the 6 and 3. I cringed at the error, wondering how someone gets through life being unable to make simple decisions. I also mulled her mouth. Very smooth, red, full. I used the remaining 3 and 1 to make my favorite initial move.

We rolled again. 6665. Unusual. While she mulled, i moved my finger to her wrist. She glanced at me, and pulled away.

She took the double 6

Her sister and and I had competed in math tournaments, which is where I'd met Anne. Margaret had been the prettiest of the math geeks. Anne had been the prettiest in the room.