The Traces of Destiny
Meetings And Invite

Saras is grateful when the first person passes by without regard to his whereabouts. However, the others stopped as soon as he approached, and he could feel the person's gaze fixed on him.

"I've never seen you here before. What's yourname?" said suddenly.

Saras could feel a cold judgment in his gaze.

“Dina,” Saras lying.

"May I buy you a glass of drink?"

"Oh, don't do it, thank you," Saras replied, shaking his head.

"Then, do you want to come and sit with me and my brother?" Bargain again.

"I'm with someone" Saras replied.

"Oh, but I don't see anyone with you." Said the man while glancing around Saras.

"He's at the table." Obviously Saras.

"Come, Alex!" shouted the tattooed man. Alex ignored him, his eyes glued to Saras. “You sure you don't want to drink with us, Dina?”

"Yes, not yet, thank you," said Saras politely.

"Why not?" Alex asked. For some reason, even though those words were spoken calmly, even politely, Saras could feel the anger behind those words.

"I told you I was with someone" he said, stepping back.

"Hurry up here, Alex! I want a drink!" Invite the tattooed man again impatiently.

Alex Numan glanced at the sound, then turned to Saras again and smiled, as if they were at a cocktail party instead of a bar. “I'll be there if you change your mind, Dina,” he said smoothly.

As soon as the man left, Saras let out a sharp sigh and dove into the crowd, walking towards the table where Garin was waiting, away from the man named Alex as quickly as possible.

Arriving there, he placed his handbag on one of the empty benches and Garin was receiving an order delivered waitress. One glance was enough to tell him that something had happened.

"What's wrong?" Garin asked while handing Saras a bottle of mineral water.

"Only a freak tries to get me to join him. He makes me creep. Huh... I forgot what it's like to be in a place like this."

Garin's expression darkened a little. "Did he do something?"

"There's nothing I can't handle." Answer Saras casually.

Garin seemed to be learning the answer. "You sure?"

Saras hesitates. "Yes, I'm sure" he finally said as he drank water from the bottle.

Sarah put down a bottle of mineral water and grabbed a cocktail glass. Then, touched by the man's worries, he tapped his glass into Garin's glass while winking, removing the previous events from his mind. "Now, do you want to hang out or have a chat with me?"

After gulping down a bit of his drink, Garin stood up, he offered his hand to Saras as an invitation to stand up. Saras.

"He's Jesse Maas, with groovy, mesmerizing music, can you move with this rhythm?" Ask Garin.

"I'm good at moving, but you give me a surprise, Mr. Camat," Saras teased.

"Geez, don't remind me of my work at a leisurely time like this," Garin blushed a little. "Then let's go down for a bit, after which we'll shift to another room, there's a pool table next to this room."

On the dance floor, Saras seems to find his purpose in coming to the place, his music seems to have succeeded in creating a vibe on the dance floor where people can forget their problems and get immersed in the music, but Garin was completely restrained, he moved very little and smiled more enjoying the presence of Saras who was so close to him. Saras let the man enjoy his show.

Half an hour there, Garin and Saras had moved to the other side of the room.

Garin took out two billiard sticks from a stand on the wall.

"Now the rules are pretty simple" Garin began. "Balls one through seven are solid, balls nine through fifteen stripes-"

"I know," Saras said as he waved to Garin.

Garin looked up in surprise. "Have you played before?"

“I think everyone has played the least once.”

Garin handed Saras a billiard stick. "In that case, I think we're ready. Do you want to rest for a while? Or do we just start?"

"I'm not doing anything, let's start." Saras.

He then watched as Garin walked to the end of the table, writing down his billiard cue. Then, bowing, he put his hand down, pulled back the pool stick, and hit the ball cleanly. A loud cracking sound rang out, the balls scattered around the table, and the four balls rolled towards the corner pocket, falling neatly. Then Garin looked up.

"Good shot, rich you can give me trouble." Saras reviewed the small laugh.

"Yes?" garin smiled back.

Garin again observed the table, decided on the next blow, and once again, Saras was surprised at how different he was from Aldi.

Aldi doesn't play billiards, and he would definitely never bring Saras to a place like this. He won't be comfortable here, and he won't fit in here, just as Garin won't be comfortable with the world Saras and Aldi used to live in.

As the man stood before her without a jacket, and his sleeves rolled up, Sarah inevitably admitted her interest.

Unlike most people who eat or drink too much at night, Garin looks to have a body with enough weight. She doesn't have the good looks of a classic movie star, but her waist is narrow, her belly flat, and her shoulders are wide and reassuring.

But more than that. There was something in her eyes, in the expression she was wearing, that spoke of the challenges she had faced over the past two years, something Saras recognized as she reflected.

The sound of music in the room was silent for a moment, then continued with "One-on-one" by Idgitaf. The air is filled with the smell of cigarette smoke despite the air conditioner and absorber box on the ceiling.

Saras heard the roar of other people laughing and joking around them, but as he watched Garin, it felt as if they were alone. Garin fired back.

With his trained eyes, he looked up at the table as the balls landed. He moved to the other side and shot again, but this time he missed the target.

Seeing his turn, Saras put his drink to the side and took a sip. Garin grabbed the chalk, and offered it to Saras.

"You will definitely get a good hit," he said as he nodded to a corner of the table. "There, on the edge."

"I saw it" said Saras, calcifying the tip of his wand and setting it aside. Looking up at the table, he did not immediately prepare to take a picture.

As if sensing his hesitation, Garin beckoned him from one of the benches.

"Do I need to show you how to put your hands on the table?" he offered bravely.

"certain." Answer Saras.

"Well, then" he said. “Make a circle with your index finger like this, with three other fingers on the table.” Garin demonstrated it with his hands on the table.

"Like this?" saras said, imitating it.