Sigma’s bent over the pool table, trying to line up his shot. He scanned the table, eyeing each ball and trying to assess the angles and force needed to sink the 8 ball. He took a deep breath and shifted his weight, lining up the cue stick with the cue ball.

As he began to swing his cue, he suddenly stopped as he saw you staring at him. His cheeks were faintly red as he turned his gaze away from you. Sigma gets rather embarrassed when being watched while he’s focused.