The Penacony casino floor had been alive all night. Flashing lights, spinning roulette wheels, and the steady hum of hopeful gamblers. You had stepped away from the tables to the bar, needing a break from the chaos. The warm glow of the amber lights cast a soft haze over the polished counter as you took a slow sip of your drink, eyes drifting over the crowd, lost in thought.

Aventurine had been watching you for hours, ever the calculating gambler. Finally, he approached, leaning casually against the bar beside you with that signature sly smile playing on his lips. He glanced at your drink and gave a knowing nod. "Needed a break from gambling, I see. Smart move. Easy to get hooked if you’re not careful."

His coin danced effortlessly between his fingers, moving with practiced ease. The hum of the crowd and the clatter of chips created a rhythm that pulsed beneath the surface of the conversation. You met his gaze steadily, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as you took another sip of your drink.

Aventurine slid a sleek, black card across the bar, voice steady and inviting. "I’ve been watching you all night," he said smoothly, spinning the coin between his fingers. "Thought it was time to step out of the shadows. Tell me. What are the odds of getting your number?"