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?"

only made me more

my name, regardless of

know you," I said, turning to leave,

no harm. I just want

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

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 made my skin

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

I

really think

I

every bit as good as Jefferson. You'l have a new experience, believe me," he said with confidence, stepping closer in a way that felt

kicked at his foot, a defensive move I was good

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

was the last thing