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 made me more reluctant

name, regardless of his intentions,

said, turning to leave, but he blocked my

no harm. I just

"I'm not interested in being friends.

want to play a game with you,"

My annoyance grew. "Move."

stern, hoping he'd take the hint and back off. Instead, his excitement seemed to increase. "You're as fierce as your game." His compliments

move, I'll call for

I

really think you and

I

bit as good as Jefferson. You'l have a new experience, believe me," he said with confidence,

kicked at his foot, a defensive move I was good

patience apparently wearing thin as well. "Felicia, to use your people's words, you're ungrateful. I'm offering

was the last thing