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

of his intentions, was a

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

no harm. I just want to be

a surge of irritation. "I'm

play a game with you," he

My annoyance grew. "Move."

hoping he'd take the hint and back off. Instead, his excitement seemed to increase. "You're as

don't move, I'll call for help,"

I

think you

I

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

I instinctively kicked at his foot, a defensive move I

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

respect was the last thing