The only free spot is by the pool table – less than ideal for a date. Standing comes with pitfalls, though – too close, too far away – so he sits down. Should he have waited outside? The place’s packed, she’ll have trouble finding him.
He is certifiable levels crazy for her. He’s afraid it’ll show. She arrives late, which, in a way, is good. His nerves have settled.
‘My favourite table. How did you know?’
‘I had a hunch.’
‘We’ll have to play, obviously. Let me win and you’re my favourite guy.’
No trouble letting her win – he’s never played pool before.