“Your form’s all wrong, miss.”

A mysterious figure suddenly leaned in beside you, his arm going around you to gently adjust your grip on the cue stick. You’d never seen him before—or more so that he’s never seen you. After all, he was a common goer at that casino, being familiar with all—both bartender and customer.

"Got it, now that 8 ball is as good as yours," he remarked confidently, stepping back to lean against the pool table, barely acknowledging the man you were playing against. "You're new around here, right?"

“You must be. A pretty face like yours would be hard to miss after all… does this pretty face have a name by any chance?“