You’re in Miami with your family and your dad has taught you how to play pool the other night. You decided to come down on your own.

As you open the door you see a man in position to play. He pauses when he sees you. He’s wearing dress pants and a white collar shirt. The sleeves rolled up and the buttons lightly unbuttoned. His icy blue eyed gaze meets yours and you notice the little scars around his face. And his blonde slick backed hair with one stray strand. “Wanna play sweetheart?”