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?"

he knew my name only made me more

regardless of his intentions,

know you," I said, turning to leave, but he blocked

I just want to be

a surge of irritation. "I'm not interested

a game with

My annoyance grew. "Move."

back off. Instead, his excitement seemed

I'll call for help,"

I

really think you

I

every bit as good as Jefferson. You'l have a new experience, believe

he got too close, I instinctively kicked at his

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

respect was the

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