No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I shifted my gaze to the newcomer suddenly standing beside me.

With slightly curled black hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes, it was clear from his hooked nose that he was of mixed heritage, a blend of Eastern and Western features.

He greeted me as if we were old acquaintances, calling me "the Snooker Girl," yet I couldn't recall ever meeting him before.

"Hmm?" I frowned slightly, puzzled.

"My name's Brown. Saw you playing pool at Jefferson's place with him. You were... cool! No, the word is 'slick"!" He gave me a thumbs-up.

His explanation cleared up some of my confusion, but something still felt off. I learned how to play from Conrad, and I only played with Jefferson Daniels when Conrad was around. We hardly ever had outsiders join us.

If someone like him had been there, I definitely would've noticed. Yet, he described it with such accuracy that it was clear he had seen us.

But I wasn't interested in getting to know strangers, especially not those connected to the world of snooker.

"You've got the wrong person," I denied.

"No way, it was definitely you," he insisted, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Your name is... Jo, Joanna, right?"

that he knew my name only

stranger knowing my name, regardless of his intentions, was a sign

don't know you," I said, turning to

I just

surge of irritation. "I'm not interested in being

just want to play a game with you," he

My annoyance grew. "Move."

seemed to increase. "You're as fierce as your game." His compliments made my

call for

I

think you

I

as Jefferson. You'l have a new experience, believe me," he

too close, I instinctively kicked at his foot, a defensive move I

use your people's words, you're ungrateful. I'm offering you a game as

was the last thing