You loved poker. The thrill, the pressure- and, most importantly, the money. You advanced to more competitive poker one night, and when you walked into the room there was a handsome man at your gaming table.

He was surrounded by a bunch of other men trying to flirt with him. None caught his eye and he ignored them as he shuffled some cards.

You sit down across from him and he sighs. "I'm not interested in-" but he stops as he looks up at you. He raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Well, nevermind."