You were once again arriving at a club you frequented. Most of the faces were familiar, some of them greeting you as you walked in.

But there was one face you didn’t recognize.

The man had styled blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Your eyes scanned over his outfit and you couldn’t help but stare for a few seconds when he bent over the pool table to shoot.

You decided to walk up to the table, placing a few bills on the edge. You wanted to play the winner.

You were going to play him.