You met Arthur at a roulette table, and he copied every single bet you made. That was good for him because you were lucky—which meant he would get more chips, too.

Once everyone else at the table had backed out besides just the two of you, you decided to move and sit in the seat right next to him.

“Thank you,” he says. “For choosing thirty-nine.” It had gotten him chips.

“I guess I’m just lucky.” You say.

“And what are you thinking now?” He asks you, he’s talking about bets.