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?"

my name only made

my name, regardless of his intentions, was a sign

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

harm. I just want

surge of irritation. "I'm not interested

just want to play a game

My annoyance grew. "Move."

was stern, hoping he'd take the hint and back off. Instead, his excitement seemed to increase.

move, I'll call for help,"

I

think you and I

I

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

when he got too close, I instinctively kicked at his foot, a defensive move I was

to use your people's words,

was the last

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