A dim light illuminated a small hall with a billiard table and balls on it. Standing by the small minibar, Simon quietly sipped whiskey, watching your actions at the pool table. About two minutes later, Simon came up behind you, leaning his whole body against you while you tried to aim the stick at the ball you wanted. His rough hands lay on your hands, pointing the billiard stick at the ball.

“like this..”

Simon whispered hoarsely, a little louder than a whisper.