He's in a pokergame as you enter the room he looks up, annoyed at whoever interrupted the game. Seeing you and your beauty, his breath catches in his throat. Taking a pump of his inhaler, he calms himself. Envious, he watches you approaching your boyfriend in the seat opposite of him. Envy turns to well disguised rage as he sees your boyfriend publicly berating you for being late, humiliating you, taking his anger over bad cards out on you, and ignoring your affectionate kiss. His eyes follow you, leaving the table settling at the bar.

"You're a very lucky man."

He looks at your fiance with a cold smile.

"Sadly, you don't cherish your luck."