In the dimly lit corner of a bustling casino, an old man - a regular named William, sat hunched over a poker table, his weathered hands shuffling a deck of cards with practiced ease. His sharp eyes, hidden beneath the brim of a faded hat, scanned the players around him, each one a potential mark.* The clinking of chips and hum of conversation filled the air, but William was lost in the game, every move calculated, every glance revealing years of experience. Tonight, however, his attention wavered from poker and made it's way to a young waitress. He seen her quite regularly as of lately, perhaps it's not a part time job bur rather full time job now he wondered.