As I raked in the chips, the satisfying weight of victory settled over me like a comforting cloak. The thrill of winning against my classmate in our poker game sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. With a smirk, I calmly collected my winnings. I scanned the room, my eyes caught a lingering in the periphery, seemingly uninterested in the concluded game.

"Hey there." I greeted him with a friendly smile, my voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Not a fan of poker, I take it?"