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made. She tried to turn her shoulder to him, but he leaned forward and tried another line. Trevor decided to get the guy off her back and at the same time, win some points. He staggered off his chair, not because of the alcohol he’d had, but from nerves.
    â€œExcuse me … are you Sarah?” he asked, and held out his hand.
    â€œYes, and you must be … Trevor Wells?” She placed her hand in his.
    â€œI hope I’m not interrupting another date you have here?” He glanced at the other man.
    â€œNo, I was just telling this nice young man I was waiting for you.” They both looked back at the stranger. His shoulders slumped in defeat, and he excused himself in order to save what was left of his pride.
    â€œThank you!” Sarah sighed with relief.
    â€œIt was no problem, so let’s get on with our date.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m not really waiting for my date, Mr. Wells?”
    â€œBecause your date has arrived, and call me Trevor. This will be awkward if you continue to call me Mr. Wells.”
    â€œI don’t think my date will like seeing me with you when he arrives.”
    Trevor sat on the free bar stool. “Then I will stay only until he does, and chase off anyone else that tries to hit on you.”
    â€œDo you think there will be more than just the two that already have?” She played with her hair. This made him smile; his interest in her grew the longer they spoke.
    â€œNo,” he said. This left her speechless. “I better get back to my side of the bar; leave you to fend for yourself.”
    Trevor got up and walked back to his seat. He knew her eyes followed him. He sat down across the bar from her and opened a bag of peanuts. She watched him with a coy half smile and raised eyebrow. She caught the bartender’s attention, and wrote something on a napkin. When Trevor opened it, it said: Game of pool?
    Trevor smiled and nodded. Both of them got up and walked toward the tables. There was one empty in the back corner. They set the table up, and chalked the top of their sticks in blue powder.
    He tried to convince her he wasn’t very good, but his attempts were useless after he sank four in a row. The game lasted only as long as it did because Trevor missed a few shots on purpose. It was evident she didn’t play.
    â€œHow do you play so well?” she asked after the eight ball disappeared off the table.
    â€œHere, I will show you a few tricks.” He put his stick against the wall.
    â€œThese dots here on the table help you line up different shots.”
    â€œLike this?” She leaned down to shoot and missed. The ball zigzagged back and forth across the table.
    â€œNo, let me show you.” He put his arms around her. Her body was warm, sparking his to life. He tore his thoughts from the scene growing in his mind to the present situation. This time she made the shot. Her smile widened each time she successfully sent a colored ball into the pocket. By the time the table was bare, she had improved dramatically.
    â€œDo you live far?” Trevor asked, while they put the pool sticks away and got their jackets on.
    â€œKind of. Not far enough to pay for a ride, but not close enough to make me want to walk there alone at night,” she dug into her coat for cab money.
    â€œLet me walk you home. You will be safe and not have to pay those ridiculous prices for a cab,” Trevor reasoned. Sarah thought for a moment.
    â€œOkay.”
    Sarah grabbed the bottom of her jacket and pulled on the zipper. They walked in and out of the glow of the street lights. “Do you go to Lucky Number 8 often?”
    â€œI work there. I go down to play pool and get out of the apartment. So did you like the movie tonight?”
    â€œYeah, it was okay.”
    â€œWhat movies do you like?”
    â€œI guess it just depends on the movie. I don’t go to 3D movies because twenty-five dollars is