As he waited for the girl to select her card, Zac notices how she went for one of the cards in the middle. [i]Smart move,[/i] he thinks, though his face doesn't change from his friendly grin. [i]Harder to stack the middle in my favor than the tops. Though, it isn't impossible.[/i] When the girl replaces the card, a few spots over from where she had obtained it, Zac sweeps the cards back up into a deck and goes through the motions of reshuffling it. Looking at the girl across from him, his hands continue to shuffle the cards, making few mistakes. "My name's Zac," he says, that ever-present grin unwavering. "Mind if I ask what yours is?"

Zac had always had an affinity for card tricks, from the simplest, 'Is this your card?' to the more complicated transplants, where the the person being shown the trick would suddenly find a card in their pocket. However, this trick was a favorite of his, one that he had created when he was 13 years old, which he had spent months studying great magicians to grasp the concept, then another couple of years to perfect. By the time he was 15, he had finally mastered it.

After a minute of shuffling had passed, Zac holds the deck in his hand and pulls the top card off. "Is this your card?" he asks, holding up a two of hearts. He knew it would be the wrong card. In fact, for the trick to work, it had to be the wrong one. On occasion, he would accidentally pull the correct card out of his deck. Even if people were legitimately impressed, he would merely sigh, disappointed in himself...for all of two minutes, when he would be back to his normally happy self.

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