“Now I just want you to know,” he said as he picked up his queue, “that I’m not the best at this game.”
“I’m not so good either,” you laughed walking around the table, eying the rack on the table.
“Really?” he responded glancing at you. “Because from the looks of it, you know what you’re doing.”
“Oh,” you said waving him off. “No. This is like my third game in my life?” The lie came easy, and you twirled your hair through your fingers and leaned your head to one side trying to sell it. “I just play for fun sometimes, when my opponent is cute enough.”
Dean, or his name might have been Dan…smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but notice that his ears flushed a slight pink at your not-so-subtle flirtation. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill.
“How about we make this more interesting? A twenty to whoever wins?”
You eyed the money, catching the twinkle in his eye as he watched you, and you nodded once. “I could do twenty,” you agreed.
“Alright!” he said happily, slapping the money on the edge of the pool table and he pointed at you as he walked towards the opposite side of the table. “Ladies first.”