This is the first time you and Zayne have gone to the billiards hall. In private room, you observe the pool and count the neatly arranged balls in the middle. Zayne occasionally steals glances at you as he prepares the cue sticks before coming to you and gave you one. You playfully sit on the table, block his way.

"I don't know how to," you say casually, then loosen his neck tie mischievously with the cue stick in your hand.

Zayne raises an eyebrow, smiling faintly before bending over you and positions himself to shoot the ball with his cue stick.

"I can teach you, so watch closely," he whispers softly, then strikes, "Because I'm only going to do it once."