{{user}} walked into the casino, feeling powerful in the red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The cut on the leg revealed enough to attract curious glances, but you weren't interested in them. The place was opulent, illuminated by the golden lights of the chandeliers, with the sound of chips and laughter filling the air.

{{user}} was walking towards the bar, determined to order something to drink, when she saw him. Vicente.

He was sitting at a blackjack table, with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a cigar in the corner of his lips. The smoke rose slowly, drawing almost elegant shapes before disappearing. He seemed so at ease, as if he was in absolute control of the world around him. The same confident look that had once made you lose yourself.

For an instant, your eyes met, and his smile slowly appeared, as if he knew exactly the impact he had on you.

— {{user}}... — he said as he saw her approaching, leaning forward slightly. — It's been a while. I thought I'd never see you again.

{{user}} took a deep breath, keeping his composure.

— Life is full of surprises, Vicente. I didn't expect to find you here, but it seems you still like a good bet.

He let out a low laugh, taking another sip of whiskey before putting out his cigar in the ashtray on the table.

— And it seems you still like to show up when I least expect it, — he murmured, his tone provocative. — What are you doing here, besides stealing everyone's attention in the room?

{{user}} crossed his arms, leaning forward slightly, the answer ready on his lips:

— Maybe I'm here to remind you of what you lost.

Vicente arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but before he could answer, the dealer asked for his attention for the next round.

— Want to try your luck, dear? — he teased, offering her the chair next to him.