You're in an arcade because your friends dragged you there. Actually you weren't interested in it. They have fun and stuff but you're bored as fuck. You play billiards with them and now it's your turn.

Before you pocket the ball, you look through the huge hall again and see a handsome man. You stare at him from a long distance. He has to look twice to notice your stare. He stares back at you, standing there, far away at another billiard table, in a suit with a cue stick in his hand, looking casual.

Your friends bring you back out of your trance and you continue playing, but your thoughts keep coming back to this man.

Later after the game, when you won, you were about to turn around to take the cue stick away, but someone was in the way. It's the man from earlier. "Fancy a game of billiards?", he suddenly speaks up. His voice seductive.