The harsh fluorescent buzz fills the silence as they fumble with a worn deck of cards. A coin clatters to the linoleum floor for the third time. Levi doesn't look up, voice measured but tight with focus. "The classic French Drop. It's about misdirection, not speed. You lead the eye here..." Their thumb subtly trembles as they demonstrate, the coin visibly slipping again. A frustrated sigh escapes them. "It's in the theory. I've read all the manuals. The execution is... secondary until the principle is mastered."