"I'm not sure I'm going to tell you," Derek told her with a teasing tone
"Now are we going to play or not?"
"Umm, okay.." she said with a melodramatic sigh and moved back toward the
table, leaning down and shooting again.
Two balls, corner pocket. One, opposite pocket. Two side pocket.
She looked at him with a mock disappointed look before adding "And you could
have been cuddling with me instead of this."
One shot and the last ball was sunk, leaving the 8 ball to be taken care of.
"And my mother knew I was in a pool hall when I was doing a story about it
for the school paper. Fats was great." she admitted with a sly grin.
She turned to look at him, dark brow raised curiously "So what were you
going to ask for?"
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