The Traces of Destiny
Game

"Lookin?" saras asked, he repeated the movements that Garin had taught him.

"Almost true.. ." Garin approached, immediately grabbed Saras' hand, and gently leaned against Saras's side of the body and adjusted the position, as Garin did so, Saras felt something jump inside, a mild shock that starts from his stomach and spreads outward. His hands felt warm as Garin adjusted his fingers.

Although there was smoke and stuffy air, he could smell the scent after shaving, the clean and masculine smell of the man.

"It's not fitting-hold your finger a little tighter. You can't leave too much room or you'll lose control of your punches" he said.

"What about this one?" Saras asked, thinking about how much she liked the feeling when the man was close to her.

"Better," said Garin seriously, without regard to what Saras was experiencing. He gave her a little space. "Now when you pull back, do it slowly and try to keep the billiard stick straight and steady when you hit the ball. And remember, you don't have to hit him too hard. The ball is right on the edge and you certainly don't want to make it into the wrong pocket."

Saras did as instructed. The shot was straight, and as predicted by Garin, the ball nine went in. The stick ball stopped the middle of the table.

"That's great" said Garin, pointing towards the ball. "Now you have a good chance with the fourteenth ball."

"really?" said.

"Yes, right there. Just straighten it out and do it again like before...."

Saras did it, slowly. After the fourteen balls fall into the bag, the stick ball seems to arrange itself perfectly for the next shot as well. Garin's eyes widened in shock.

Saras looked back at Garin from below, he wanted the man to be near him again. "This one doesn't feel as smooth as the first one" he said. "Can you show me the way one more time?"

"Of course, no problem at all" Garin said quickly. Once again he leaned on Saras and set his hands on the table, and again Saras could smell the scent after shaving. Once again the moment felt interesting, but this time Garin also seemed to feel it, he lasted longer than he should as they stood close to each other.

There is something intoxicating and bold about the way they touch each other, something beautiful.

Garin took a deep breath.

"OK, now try to do it" he said, moving away from the woman as if it needed a little space.

With a steady shot, the eleventh ball came in.

"I think you can already" said Garin, grabbing a glass and drinking a small amount of it.

Saras moves around the table for the next shot.

As he did so, Garin noticed his every move. She absorbed everything - her graceful way of walking, her gentle curves as she got up again, her skin so smooth that it seemed almost unreal.

Also the movement when Saras rubs her hair, or the way she slips her hair behind her ears, as well as the way she drinks, makes Garin wonder why her ex-husband could let her go. He might be blind or stupid, or maybe both. Or maybe there's a problematic circuit in his head.

A moment later, the twelve balls fell into the pouch. Good rhythm there, thought Garin, trying to focus again on the game.

Over the next few minutes, Saras made his game look easy. He managed to deliver ten balls into the bag, the ball was attached to the side of the table during the trip to the bag.

Leaning against the wall with one leg crossed over the other, Garin twirled his cue stick in hand and waited.

The thirteenth ball rolls and falls into the side pocket easily.

Number fifteen, again made it into the pocket in a way that could be called a lucky shot, moments after number thirteen came in. Garin had to refrain from grabbing the cigarette pack on his jacket.

Now that only ball number eight was left, Saras stood up from the table and took the chalk. "I have to try to get the number eight ball in, right?" tanyakanya.

Garin's shifting a little. "Yes, but you have to mention the bag first."

"All right," he said. He moved around the table until his back was facing Garin. He pointed with his billiard stick. "I think I'll try the corner pockets."

Saras made a shot a bit further away with the angle needed to hit the target. Can be inserted, but it's hard. Saras leaned over the table.

"Be careful not to let the white ball into the bag" added Garin. "If that happens, I'll win."

"I won't do it" Saras whispered to himself.

Saras took the shot. A moment later, ball number eight entered the pouch, Saras stood up and turned around, a huge smile emanating on his face. "Wow—can you believe this?"

Garin was still staring at the corner pocket. "Good shot" he said almost in disbelief.

Beginner's luck," said Saras underestimated his own results. "Do you want to try nursing her again?"

"Yes... I guess so," Garin replied hesitantly. "You made some really good shots there."

"Thank you," he said.

Garin almost finished the entire glass before starting to assemble the balls again. He broke, drowned the ball, but he missed his second shot.

Shrugging his sympathetic shoulders before he started, Saras went on to play the table ball game without a single one being missed.

When Saras was done, Garin just stared at him from the seat attached to the side of the wall. He had even placed a pool stick in the middle of the game and ordered two more bottles of water from passing servants.

"I think I've been deceived" Garin said with confidence.

"I think so, too," said Saras chuckling, moving closer towards Garin. "But at least we don't bet. If we bet, I wouldn't make it look so easy on you."

Garin shook his head in astonishment. “Where did you learn to play?”

"My father. We always have a pool table at home. He and I used to play all the time."

“So why don't you stop me from showing you how to shoot before I embarrass myself?”

"Well, you seem to want to help so much, and I don't want to hurt your feelings." Saras held a smile on his face.

"Well, I appreciate it." He gave a bottle of mineral water, and as Saras took it, their fingers came into gentle contact. Garin swallowed his saliva.

Shit, she's beautiful. Even more beautiful this close.

Before he could think about it any further, there was a slight commotion behind him. Garin looked towards the voice.